Tempus Fugit Poem by Brett White

Tempus fugit ipse accelerat diem.
Bonum sine memoriam, nihil Dolora est extends.
Cognoscere continuit lumen Deum...
Addit... ut cognos,
Fulmenae natus Nocturna brumali divus.

Bid adieu to antiquated,
Vice-subjugated you.
And instead, embrace God's graces'
Luminous-gradient hue.
What good, for one's soul-
For God first-canst thou do?

Focus on laughter, though pain
Oft dwelleth deeply-burrowed.
(Furrowed, parasitic) : lifestyle
Choices can heal a calcitrant
Paralytic. All things are accepted
If believed to be so; so believe
Forthright and it is certainly so.

Growth itself- for the better-
Always takes root from pain's soil.
Self-pity, though, doth arid stems
Make barren all first-fruits' toil.
Plus priè tantque une melior vie
Et vivant aussi.

Kneel three times a day in brief,
Focused prayer, outside in open air.
Flowers then appeareth out of thin air.

2-4-20