EmptyA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenEmpty So certain our demise, yet time slips from our grasp through loose fingers
as we fritter away opportunity, scorn chance and reject risk.
dry sand that falls to earth infertile.
Like children we waste time in idle preoccupation,
in juvenile games of immature intent.
We knew it to be wrong but still could not help taking Granny's caramel candy bar from the fridge.
The smell of Caramac breath our betrayal;
lost to guilt free achievement for all time,
we enter our dying years still unfulfilled.
10/01/17 © 2017 John Alexander McFadyenReviews
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6 Reviews Added on January 10, 2017 Last Updated on January 10, 2017 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more.. |

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