Everyone seeks to leave something behind Something by which to be remembered when As we pass into the dark flying blind And know we will not be coming back then It is our hope that someone will recall Something of us as wings fail and we fall
Something which could continue to be part Of the fabric of life woven into The quilt which warms the universal heart Made up of the hearts of me and of you But that which is born never really dies And monuments mean little in the end
Old faded life lives on in bright young eyes In those moments like these we share my friend With the whole human race through time through space Through life through death we share heartbeat share breath We are as it were out of many one And everyone is found in anyone
Everyone seeks to leave something and does But that which is left is not made of stone Or stocks or gold or real estate because Only life lives and no one lives alone Life is a wheel perpetually spun Each ending a new turning is begun
I think you may have just distilled the meaning of life right there. Amazingly powerful. Keep up the amazing work, I look forward to reading more of your poetry.
This is an interesting write Steve that seems to be self reflective and globally retrospective as you look at the universe and your place in it. As we near the winters of our lifes we have a tendency to ask ourselves "Why" more often the we ask ourselves "Why not?".
Good write my friend, keep on spinning.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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Good write my friend, keep on spinning.
Felix
Amazing photo, amazing write; thought provoking excellence!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.