Changes

About death and how we all follow a path in time....

Nothing stays the same constant fluctuation,

Time moves forward in sweeping fascination.

Endless streams exiting everywhere it seems,

Creating moments, memories endless dreams.

Still, the path it takes is singular and straight,

Twisting and turning without stressing fate.

It's direction unknowing a right from wrong,

Back and forth it plays a harmony in a song.

Conditions set forth we follow them blind,

Resolution or pain we are all one combined.

Until the end of the road, we slowly will reach,

A death sentence comes to a sermon to preach.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Well-considered description of this march we all must go thru. Good use of word choices, rhyme, & rhythm. I like your matter-of-fact treatment about how life goes . . . no sense living in dread or fear . . . just know that the path we're on will probably be changing . . . the only certain thing besides death! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Bohrium Guy]

Thanks Margie for your awesome review. Always look foreword to your generous insight.
~Rob~

[Wyrn Tiger]

As time flows our personality grows. Though death is the hearts greatest woe, we stand on the hill top together, forever, watching as time goes