Bunnydeth Poetry (1)

Time takes all of us
we ride the carousel
til dusk
We walk into the rain
and rust
like metal chains
oblivious
it obvious that time is sure
the world goes on the passing
pure
The bleak and tragic end assured
to all of us
we'll pass as dust
The presence of companions
The drinks and smoke of champions
in love with life's abandonment
with us the time is spent
and lovers come and loves go
in days with women well and woe
and sometimes one can take a hold
but folded hands in grip let go
I promise you my dying day
the bitter end sometime away
I'll cleave to you
I hope you stay
so kind
for time