Young Writers Society

Time runs ever faster past the eyes

Of those who do not grace its presence here

So obsessed with money, greed and lies

That when time runs out they begin to fear

It is now that they see all that they have missed

All that petty obsessions have dimmed

Somehow clouded in an opaque mist

Until the gap between life and death had slimmed

Have they forgotten how to live with love?

(Save for green paper that they covet so)

Hawks of war forget the docile dove

Until their repercussions start to show

There is absolutely no day but today

Of the sun a fleeting golden ray.