Two Limericks And a Poem

Blind
By Sam Ramos

The sun it rose up in the morning.
And the Kids glared at it with scorning.
And they looked back to find
That they all did go blind
And turned all of their scorn to adoring.


Plight
By Sam Ramos

So we all resorted to fighting,
Beneath all the sound and the lighting.
Then it all died away
With the night and the day
And we all went back into hiding.



An Ode To Time
By Sam Ramos

As the alarm clock rings,
And the stopwatch stops,
There is also a time
Where the New-Years ball drops.
What holds this truth,
Isn't song or rhyme,
But What holds fate
Is the essence of time.