-- Hearts Polished Pure --
by John Herlihy
Reality is but moments that pass
Delicate, fragile, as brittle as glass
Glass that may find itself shattered
Broken to expose what mattered
Eternal moments enter life’s realm
The soul proud at the ship’s helm
Today but tomorrow’s yesterday
Tomorrow sees today pass away
Each moment as seemingly real
Human spirit life’s breath to steal
Until the moment when all be gone
Breath expired its rhythmic song
What is time but a fleeting arrow
At twilight’s end quiet the sparrow
Death is but the blink of an eye
As a dream under an eternal sky
Then the true reality comes sure
For all those hearts polished pure
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Monday 30 December 2024
Why your poem resonates both the temporary nature of life, yet the perfection that can be achieved in one life. Taking a little time to learn and perfect rather than letting it waste away.
Ron