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One day I decided to amuse myself By reading the annals of Father Time. The longer I read, however, The more numerous they became. I soon grew tired of this game. Fed up, I turned to the very last page, And saw myself looking at myself Infinitely |
A superbly written poem with wordplay. A poem is like a prism bending rays of light. Up is down and down is up. Poem possesses twists and contradictions. I enjoy reading this. keep sharing. FireFly747 | Posted on 2007-10-22 00:00:00 | by FireFly747 | [ Reply to This ] | I think the concept of looking at one's self infinitely is interesting. Reminds me a German story I read," Es steht Geschrieben", where the protagonist found a book which reflected his life. When the protagonist turned to the last page of the book, he read, :"the protagonist turned to the last page of the book". | Of course, while you read history will keep growing, as time is passing. The end of the book, I think, represents the current moment. IMO, the introductory "One day" is superfluous, and could be done away with. Finally, the absence of the final . is a nice touch. | Posted on 2007-10-21 00:00:00 | by albery rinash | [ Reply to This ] | |