Nor is it the beginning
Nor is it the end
It’s just a place on the bend
whether you lose or whether your winning
in the eyes of the law
you’ll always be sinning
who made em judge
who made em jury
who chose the day for nature’s own fury
the passing will come and no one will know
as time has before, the future will go
if all was for naught
as naught was for all
then the flowers may droop
but the trees will stand tall
the mountains will crumble
and fall into dust
the earth disembowelled
in nature’s own lust
the days of history concealed and elect
on Earth they are forgotten In the stars they reflect
no sin goes unpardoned who’s eye can but see
formless lines on an unbridled sea
the sailor arrives back home at last
inside the story, that began in the past.
Keith Swan
