Irwin
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
"Tick-tock, tick-tock", the footprints of yesterday creep past still.
Perhaps then it takes the death of a modern-Noah,
who possesses the ability to make time stalls,
and let us know the preciousness of that trickling second.
Time brushes past us like the wind don't stop,
it strips us off our forever and cloaks us in vulnerability.
It shoves us to the cliffedge of nature,
and exposes how ruthless life can, and will be.
Yet it is the only faithful reminder,
that never fails to gently unravel.
Our mere existence on this spheriod,
is actually fragile, temporary and precious.
And now cruelly the demiss of a great man,
suddenly rushes forth the bolt of consciousness.
It makes us realise how a sparkle sometimes,
burns so much more strongly than a flame.
It takes nothing more than a blade,
to end a possible lifetime of rhapsody.
Yet tears do not signify the end of a journey,
they hail the dawn of realisation due to a man.
Croc hunter forever!
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