A book mused lines that - moving makes us die <br />for action denotes change and change has killed- - <br />and I, a child, sat petrified to try <br />exams - they're finals! That reading instilled: <br />to live, one must stand pact. Life's frozen -none <br />and nothing else. So I'd crawl day's each date, <br />each year; With love I'd hesitate-soon gone <br />were girls. Abstain to mate? - then run fast: wait! . <br />Yet delays just kicked feet from under 'might, <br />or may have been'. Thus I'm lame…. Photos shot <br />are puzzles.Frames all (each a life seen right) <br />have views. Old poses show her well- She's not. <br />The pages stop. She lives. She smiles replies. <br />They turn and turn. She dies, she dies, she dies….<br /><br />Glenn Bagshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/photo-finish-ed/
