Upon the Hour

Upon the Hour
By: Adam M. Snow

My wake draws nearer upon the hour;
Call upon, thy upper power.
I wait the time for truth be told,
When the world itself grows cold.
I lie here asleep to tell,
Of this life in worldly hell.
Beware my love of time be told,
Of thy child growing old;
And when your life becomes a knurled,
I will be a whore for the cold world.

poem by Adam M. Snow
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