Constants

Drifting 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?

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

This poem is meaningful and very deep, with many notions about our life span a when our time is up; do we pass this earth gracefully or with a bang?what will become of our legacy when we do pass on? Who is to judge us? We have no idea of out fate, but we know that all of will pass on….sometimes too soon…we know nothing of the span of our lives….very well crafted Chris
Best, B

[Chris Shaw]

Pleased you enjoyed the read my friend. Thanks for sharing your thoughts Betty. Have a great day. read morePleased you enjoyed the read my friend. Thanks for sharing your thoughts Betty. Have a great day.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

I will!!! Have a great Coronation Day!!! exciting for Brits!
Best to you,
B>

[Chris Shaw]

Such a historical day. Much colour and pageantry. A treat to watch history in the making :)

[W. Barrett Munn]

I hate to think eternity comes down to a guess about the number of jellybeans in a jar. I deleted my cookies; now I find out that was a mistake. Do you think anyone would notice store-bought replacements?

Winston

[Chris Shaw]

Hey Winston, sorry I am late with this thank you. Better late than never. Have a happy Monday.
read moreHey Winston, sorry I am late with this thank you. Better late than never. Have a happy Monday.

Chris

[Soren]

Constants are what we look for to anchor us and give direction. With age, constants seem even more important. You have named many and their memories are so meaningful. The picture was painted so pleasantly.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Soren, many thanks for your review and apologies for my very belated response. You are appreciated.

Chris

[Soren]

Constants are what we look for to anchor us and give direction. With age, constants seem even more important. You have named many and their memories are so meaningful. The picture was painted so pleasantly.

[Chris Shaw]

Please accept my apologies for the lateness of my response Soren. Many thanks.

Chris

[Stella Armour]

Constants are the very things we take too often for granted, until one day we realize how precious they are ...

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Stella. We do take them for granted. I try not to. Pleased for your visit. Have you been watching the coronation and how are you?

Chris

[Stella Armour]

No, i have no time for those mtwo imposters i am afraid .. i did love and respect our old Queen.Have been trying to find old poetry friends on Facebook today, so many from lovely sites no longer existing , i have found a few.. so feeling very blessed

[Chris Shaw]

Pleased you managed to find some. Two sites I frequented have closed down. Quite a few poets from the past post on Facebook as well. I keep in touch.

[Stella Armour]

i somehow lost touch when i closed my facebook account for a while , some not on facebook and sadly many have passed away.... like your constants , many of us took each other for granted that we would always interact..

[Shelley Warner]

I like this poem My mom is 93 and knows she's winding down. We talk about death and how fleeting our lives are. And now that John has been in my life for 4 years, I wonder how long we will have. I hope we have a long time.

[Chris Shaw]

I hope you have a long time with John too Shelley. We all have to face the inevitable. Best make the most of what time we have:) Your mum has done well. 93, quite something. Thank you Shelley.

Chris

[Shelley Warner]

Thank you Chris, have a good day

[Ken Simm.]

This to me is a rich fruit cake but far more descriptively beautiful and meaningful.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Ken for this lovely review. I appreciate you.

Chris

[Laz K.]

Your poems are always a joy to read, because they tend to have a certain charm and a purity about them. But, more than that, there's also some strong sense of morality (either explicit or implicit) that makes the words deeply meaningful as well. This poem does all of that so well! It's essentially an overview of an entire lifespan, looking at the good, the bad, and all of it, while reminding us very subtly, through the question at the end, that our life does have importance, significance, and that our actions are not without consequence. Wonderful write!

[Chris Shaw]

Laz you wonderful review has greeted me this morning, tired after a restless night. I am truly thankful.

Chris

[red93]

'For who shall know the Hour of his going out or his coming in?' A thrilling meditation on mortality Chris, with echoes of Wordsworth. Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Chris Shaw]

Tony, you always lift me with your reviews. Good morning my friend. A happy Thursday to you.

Chris

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I think kindness is our greatest gift and the thing we will be remembered by the most. It's the breath of being that we believe behind in the minds and hearts of others, that we shall be remembered for who we are and not what we have. Well penned.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Linda. Kindness makes a difference. Thank you for stopping by. Have a good Thursday.

Chris