We stand near the edge <br />of the abyss of our eternity. <br />As all the faces, we have known <br />flicker by like a silent movie. <br />In a few brief moments <br />we pass through all our right and wrongs <br />and as quick as they came <br />they disappear and are gone <br />leaving us to wonder <br />at the life we have lead. <br />Then we wake up from our dream <br />and find we are not dead. <br /> <br />6 January 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/near-the-edge/
