Tempus Fugit Poem by Peter Rogerson
Tempus Fugit
Time gently fades
Behind the sunset of my life
The glow of youth departs
As atmospheres of strife
Interrupt the flow
Of vigour in its prime.
No sign of adolescent confidence appears
As monuments of sanity
Collapse about my ears.
The brain deteriorates;
In vain I try to save
The remnants of my childhood days
When idly and in ignorance I laze
Oblivious of the trials yet to come.
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