Towards...

A tagger on the train of Time
may leave his mark in prose or rhyme,
but most, anonymous, must spend -
from the beginning to the end -
their lives as mummies - point sub-lime.
No imprint of their phantomime
echoes for long, bucks Lethe's trend,
can an enlightened message send
to those who chose to continue climb
towards...

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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