View single post by Allan_West
 Posted: Tue Jun 25th, 2013 08:03 pm
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Joined: Mon May 28th, 2012
Location: USA
Posts: 35
As fleeting feet draw me backwards
Onwards do I see myself go
Not broken by the art of lines
Not buffed and shined or worn away
Dip thy fingers one by one
To the stoke and sound of plastic ticks
Do you remember when?

As the early rise of suns do make me sing
To the highest point of our human sky
Let me and my earnest work be remembered
But I fear that it will not be so

Take me back, onwards from the past
To when we all could be ourselves
Not tempted by the curbed advancement
Nor by the wishings of moving on

I place my feet one by one
To construct and build for my good sun
And bear his light for all to see
To live on for eternity