Running Out
Tme and Eternity go into a barEternity leisurely sits down on a convenient barstool
Time with the appearance of having forgotten something
leaves the establishment in sudden haste,
"What's your pleasure Sir?" says The Bartender
unto Eternity,
"I am in no hurry," Eternity remarks, " but Time is running out."
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 545 times
Written on 2015-03-26 at 00:56
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Texts |
by Chaucer Whethers Latest textsXylaScaffold Moon A Supernatural Shade Shadows of Blood Light Bends My favoritesRumblingYou Long Legged Lady Masterpiece |
Increase font
Decrease