THE STRANGELING
Born before the earth cooled,On another planet we now know
From astronomers as mars.
Don't know how I got to earth,
We had no transportation,
That could travel that far.
Let alone in spaceships,
Boats planes or cars.
Yet here I am born before time,
Time brings many different things.
Like the beating of angel wings,
Life times seem to flutter by,
Quickly as does life of a butterfly.
How strange it seems to be,
Living outside time being free.
Growing up with this world,
Yes I have died many times.
Somehow still alive,
Lived unfettered unfurled.
Here I stand on the precipice,
of a struggling living planet,
Waiting for man's final kiss.
No one in time will remember this,
Except l, The observer of time.
Somehow traveling through space,
Hoping for the day I finally meet,
A member of my race.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-10-06 at 00:12
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