LIFE

I was contemplating life

When it occurred to me

That nothing in our lives

Means as much, as we

 

No matter good, or if bad

Or what it was, that we had                                 

In time, it just becomes

Another, memory

 

We instinctively move on

To new things we are drawn

And the happiness or hurt

Becomes for us the key

 

That decides what we do next

And thus our life affects

As we progress from here to there

And so, defines what we shall be

BOEMS BY JA 105       

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

Hmm... to be pulled towards the unwritten future or to be pushed from the written past. The know is indeed a curious place that could be made up of both threads, both fore and aft. I love the flow of your words. The piece runs like a river down the page and is easy to let the mind and soul sink into.

Great ink! - Aaron