Make your own free website on

Poetry Corner

Poetry Beatnik Flowing

At times it seems
That my life is slipping
Through my fingers
Like a thousand grains of sand,
Flowing away
Into the anonymous creek
Reaching the river
Reaching the ocean
To become an unknown
In with billions of others.


Home · Art Museum · Poetry Corner · Jazz Bar
Copyright 1997 - 2001 Sierra Kempster. All rights reserved.