Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah


The tread of time
is so ruthless,
that it tramples
even the kings
under its feet.

A mercurial thing
sparing no small mercy.
Those who feel
they have conquered it,
are indeed time’s folly.

Court jesters,
not royalty.

By Sarah ©2019

Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #108 – Mercurial , and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Unique Personality, 1 June 2019

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