Here is the Iambic Group Poem, Glen Meisenheimer guided us to produce at the Poetry Workshop last week. There were 12 participants, but we forgot to title it. Any suggestions?
The time she waits on none who tarry long
Instead she dances t’wards her scheduled end.
Ignoring worries; seeking pleasure’s song,
She hopes to make the day a lasting friend.
The other side of time we know is death.
She nudges us along to paths not sought.
Although we fight for every passing breath,
The end will come to all no matter what.
