Circle Poem by Martin Swords

Cyrcle



The old men said,
So short…
So quick…
is life to pass.
Yesterday it was…
much to be done,
remains undone.
Is this May or June,
which year?
Last year only,
I was ten years younger.

Old men looking backwards.
Young men looking on.

Fearless, full of want,
forever at their feet.
What could they know,
the old men?
What could not be done?
A life of time to realise,
to realise that soon
it will be yesterday
and much to do
remains undone.
So quick…
So short…
Young men will say.




Martin Swords March 2001