A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel
Where do I go from here?
Somewhere far away or near?
Right now, I´m on top of the hill.
Ethereally floating towards the atmosphere.
I´ve reached my prime it´s true, but still...
What an ephemeral bliss is youth!
Is this the best I will ever get to feel?
Will it all fade away in coming years?
I am afraid so, my dear!
There´s no time to waste,
´cause it´s ‘half past life’
and I´m running late.
Gotta be there by eight!
There´s no escape!
The inevitable decline
is an inexorable sign.
I´m plummeting down
to the end of the line.
All Rights Reserved - 2007 FPimentel Poems & Publishing Co.
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