Harold Macdonald's Muse

























Time Speed



Harold Macdonald

You say at eighty life is long

time, with speed of light, is but a blink

filled  the cup, done the little drink

before you learn the key, fini the song.


Thought still occupies the mind

and poems animate the heart

flesh fails to do its part

Look and who will find?


The end intrudes nor rhyme nor reason

winters snow quite out of season.





Midi: Sheep May Safely Graze

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