Mediterranean Meditations-16 Poem by Gunturk Ustun

1

When the weather turns
Unexpectedly cold at night
The chorus of crickets
Pauses its song
For a brief moment
And in that very instant
The drifting sounds
Of ships' and trains' horns
Reach our ears
With impressive clarity

2

As is well known
Time is the most ruthless
And the most impartial
Arbiter of all performances

In the name of leaving
My modest mark upon it
I must continue with perseverance
This enjoyable Mediterranean game of poetry

As long as I draw breath
Even if I never become renowned
It truly doesn't matter
After all, I have lived, and I have created

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