Friday, July 15, 2011

The Promise of A New Age

The pen has run as dry as dust,
The ink is pale and gray,
The wealthy man, the upper crust
Seem wan, and walk away.
A silent clock clicks on and on
The dusk has passed to light;
An age has turned in to the dawn
And banished failing night.

1 comment:

  1. Wow Tabby, this is a really good poem! The title and poem kind of reminds me of the new heaven and new earth. It got me wondering a little bit more about what heaven and the new earth will be like; it gets you thinking about the things we will get to do and the things we probably won't do anymore. Will we still write books, or newspapers on the new earth? With time ceasing to exist, will we still desire to write? Never having night anymore, or having to worry about what time it is will be interesting. It's all so fascinating and exciting to think about. =)Very well written Tabby!

    -Michael M.