Day

Seconds vanished as the dust,
futile to expend alone to lust.
Minutes spent as if it didn't last,
memories be kept or else cast.

Hours gone like wind so fast,
each moment that of future past.
Time has ticked as it must,
shall not return for free adjust.

Random I

Poems I used to write,
slowly has dimmed light.
I, along, may have flight,
yet it shone no of bright.

Genius dig my frozen temple,
find wisdom once sat ample.
Long since been this sample-
of thoughts- some seem to trample.

Whilst curse amids the part,
fear not of its genuine art.
Lessons, itself shall impart,
through path where to start.