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POEM: Ballad of Time

Ballad of Time

by Tom Dearden

Here swirls the endless sphere

Of time, like a vintage wine

Drunk for certain

In the clasp of a Mediterranean hand

Time passes like wind through Moroccan sand

Life is short and bitter sweet

It’s time to celebrate

Now

Celebrate the time we have left together

In a boy’s dreams, of white horses

Crashing at the coast’s seams

From no man’s land to certain clauses

Time attacks the bones of the poor

As the Earth rotates out of hand

Swirling with the Moroccan sand

Life is short and bitter sweet

It’s time to celebrate the time

We have left together

Time swings by a Persian cat

On its jilted axis

Flirting with the sun

For a passionate kiss, but

Democracy is the new religion

Of the children and their brothers

Where some people are born

More equal than others

And where time can be bought for cash in hand

Money blows kisses through space

Like a breeze catching the Moroccan sand

Life is so short and bitter sweet

So take two pills with dinner, then sleep

Sleep away the time we have left together

Because time is slipping away from the

Grasping hands of the free

Blown from the Moroccan sand

Deep, deep into the sea

 

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