The world is my mentor,
eternity my judge
Each choice confirmation,
the ‘future’ ungloved
Time no longer master,
to deceive or profane
All life in this moment,
—its meaning contained
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
That Voice
Writing for you,
the words slip away
Writing for me,
all letters in play
Listening to you,
a cry far and wide
Listening to me,
—that voice deep inside
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: March 17th, 2017 10:11
- Category: Unclassified
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