Dear Readers
Here's a poem about saying goodbye.Some lines on the last few words.Some words on the last few lines.But will my memory fade as it is happening?
Yours Sincerely, POSOWOCO
Anyone wanting to follow the continual ritual of wanting more?
Anyone also wanting to find out when it will be enough to satisfy you?
Want a tale of us all waiting for the final moment when we will be happy, content and fulfilled?
Will it ever come or are our hopes and dreams the same as of aeons ago?
Will our final release be the only thing we can focus on?
Or should we like to be like the immutable rocks and earth?
I wrote this to ask at what point we will realise and know things are as good as they are going to get.
I wondered if there must be something more.
I could otherwise shout at the sky then, because I have what I have!
This is a poem for documenting the continual regaining of desires and hopes.
We may need to know that we have not got forever.
Everywhere people are wanting more and more time but it slips away.
It may be important to know that once basic needs are fulfilled, new cravings can become hollow.
The poem "When Then", asks at what point we will realise and know it is "time".
There must be something more, there must be.
You may stamp and shout if not.
Shout at the sky then, because we have what we have!
This is a poem for documenting the continual regaining of desires and hopes.
We may need to know that we have not got forever.
Everywhere people are wanting more and more time but it slips away.
It may be important to know that once basic needs are fulfilled.
New cravings can become hollow.
When Then
then the end of time --
the orbit of nations kept
story of all main
