Quarter ’til Eternity

What is the idea of time
But an attempt to immortalize ourselves?
By creating it we give ourselves a new goal, (a reason to live)
To live forever

But we know we can’t
So we build, so we create
We write, and draw, and paint
We fight, and kill, and destroy

And someday, someone we’ll never know
Might say our names, revere our legacy
And bring us back, leave us disappointed
This isn’t eternity, this isn’t eternity


Copyright 2011 Andrew Whiting


About andrewwhiting

A sentimental and sarcastic poet, lover of language, traveling and nature (not a fan of the Oxford comma).
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