in our noise <br />we sound like some chirping birds <br />hungry for worms <br /> <br />then time comes <br />with anger over our selfishness <br />our hardheadedness <br />to respect the wisdom of dusk <br /> <br />impatience <br />annihilates us <br />with that big mouth of silence <br />devouring us all <br /> <br />they learned and simply watched <br />without questions this time<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/without-question-this-time/
