The breeze billows age old trees
and will long after I’m gone
Dispersing, distancing the dust
Echoing, so what
The sun seething for centuries
time immemorial, future unforeseen
Certain uncertainty for now
Screaming, so what
A speck, a speck, a speck in time
along with billions more
In surety each one unique
Fervent whispering, so what
Eyes looking within and without
searching, seeking through shades
All hoping, some thoughts of finding
Some proclaiming, so what.
None truly knowing
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William Martin's Poems
Here I'll share just some of my poems. Keep a lookout for a book of my poems...available soon on Amazon!