I just saw that poem about me in the list above and had to laugh. Will have to read it again…
This poem shows us how minuscule we are in our self-important lives. We are here and gone in the flick of a gnats eyelash in astronomical time. Still, from birth we struggle like you point out, reaching for love and accomplishment before the Grim Reaper comes along again to replenish the stuff of the universe.
I like this. You twisted and turned and rocked away at life, love and . . . oops! . . . death in a very interesting way. Good seeing you again. It has been a while.
Hearts of Gold
Synopsis
by
Frank P. Whyte
Portland, Oregon is known as the City of Roses. Of course that’s an odd name for a city whose mere mention conjures images of driving winds and torrential ra
This poem shows us how minuscule we are in our self-important lives. We are here and gone in the flick of a gnats eyelash in astronomical time. Still, from birth we struggle like you point out, reaching for love and accomplishment before the Grim Reaper comes along again to replenish the stuff of the universe.
Cool and metaphysical.
Ron
reminds me of the song from Ecclëasiastes ...
For every Season ... Turn Turn Turn ...
SADLY the End Will Be Worse
Than The Beginning Simply IT
Is The Your (All)End...
TRASK...