Sic transit gloria hominisA Poem by BeccyI wrote this in the mind's eye whilst driving in my car, so small beneath the paling sun that seemed so very far; and as the wheels kept spinning from beginning, to the now, I thought about and pondered both of the why and how. That life is mostly mystery, like why a wave seeks out the shore? Instinctive knows it's resting place, never thinks to ask for more. How each and every species, save us, knows naught of greed and thus remain contented, eschewing pointless need; whilst we, though clever breathing slip diminished through each day, offering no angles to the wind, mere liquid cast as clay. For we are of suits and citadels, clothed mostly in disguise, whereas all others know this earth, share its secrets without guise; and never crave the spotlight, false fortune, praise or fame, or leave a disenchanted scar to show the way they came. And when the snow has covered, fresh things will sniff the air, new buds will bloom, mountains will rise and chart each day's affair; whilst in the furthest reaches we still seek the dark unknown, but only by our little death can it be ever shown.
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Added on October 13, 2019Last Updated on October 13, 2019 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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