ConstantsA Poem by Chris ShawDrifting in thought
Sun, moon and stars look down on earth,
these are the constants since our birth, along with ocean's ebb and flow. The biting cold brings bridal snow which melts when warmer days appear. And spring brings bluebells out to thrill, red tulips and gold daffodils, though these in time will fade and die. Black storm clouds chase across the sky, great chariots at breakneck speed. Take heed that those you love the most are fragile in the span of time. On planet blue, our days are brief, too soon, too soon comes onset grief as each heart's clock will pause and stop. How many years will we have here? In truth our future can't be seen. Some charmed, will age like fine red wine, while some will hardly get the chance to put their small feet on the floor, before they exit out the door. Our mark when we depart this sphere? When we have reached our setting sun, when we're about to cross the bar, how will our Maker measure us? Will he count our kindest deeds, like cookies in a clear glass jar?
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27 Reviews Added on May 14, 2018 Last Updated on May 14, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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