Author Information
Two Hundred Sixty Three Thousand Minutes
.
Two hundred sixty three thousand minutes have gone by
Since the last time I saw your face
Two hundred sixty three thousand minutes
I’ve spent away from you in this place
One Million Five hundred eighty one thousand seconds
When converted, falls short of the tears I’ve cried
A trillion zillion more I reckon
It will take before I live again inside
They say that time heals all pain
That you’ll always forget in time
Seems this was written by a fool, just the same
It does make a very good consoling line
For your everywhere,
You haunt me even at this instant as I write
I’ll never be able to forget what we shared
The love,
The loss,
The fate,
The cost,
Of us,
And our loves plight
Copyright © 2001 Dennis Hicks
All Rights Reserved By Author
Very nice, Dennis. I enjoyed the read.
kat
I love your usage of numbers in this poem. Very cool play on words. Your style is interesting, makes me want to read more of your work(doing that right after I write this comment, hehe). Keep up the awesome work, and if you're interested in a poetry group I'll be starting up pretty soon here, please e-mail me and I'll send you further details.
Christina Veala, posted on: 6/12/2002
Quite good, unique