Though expected, the pain of reality strikes hard and sure, seeing, but still we wander blind,
We all know the cycle of time is linked to life and all that live, eventually die,
A blade of grass, to a giant Oak, to Kith and Kin we wonder why,
The reason, I think, time is a thief, ever ticking on and on, stealing life from those we love and leaving us with pain and grief.
Does time give back, I believe it so, How? by renewing life after the Winters show,
The Springtime bringing forth new life, but a new life we may never know.
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Beautifully heartfelt. (Hugs)Indigo
ReplyDeleteWe may not see but growth always comes back, nice piece!
ReplyDeleteAdam...this is awesome! (Yes I checked it again) Tell Dad David, just in case he's not concerned with comments...that this wonderful word weave is fantastic, timeless, and inspiring. You boys are rocking the poetic gene pool!
ReplyDeleteThis calld to mind the long, reflective lines of Robinson Jeffers whose work is great. Thefe are some poeticisms here that I think you want to watch out for.
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