The time is late



   
The time is late
When the age is gone
When the time had done
Drawing lines and shrinking
The autumn is the guest
It is heavy and bad
His winds blew up
All times
You must run
Escape as you could
Its nights are dark and long
Its hours passed slow
You felt lonely and segregated
You search out of word
Your friends have gone
Between death, travel and derelict
Your movements are limited
You move little and slow
And what is the worst?
The autumn said "you will see
After me is awful and worst"
You will be between two things
Laugh, laugh till you drop
Or cry ,cry till you be hated
Your guest will convert brother
It will be your shadow
And soon it will leave to another
The heaviest ,the worst is the winter
Long night ,dark days
Cold hours, and heaviest

  


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