POETRY OF MICHAEL FOSTER
ON AN HOUR GLASS
The seeping sands sift slowly, as time
Itself marks the tortured .. way of ages,
When are not grim recordings of crime,
Treachery .... and of wretched strife
Seen on History's bleeding pages?
When will there be lived a life
Of total peace by men?
Before then, I
Die.
therefore why
Should I be troubled?
For all life forever will range
Through Eternal Evil. Hence I bear
Its burdens quietly: ... can I change
What the Fates willed in Time's sand?
Let then my silent musing not despair
Of evil - but see better things in man.
------------------------------------------- W. Michael Foster (age 15)
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