AllA Poem by ConstanceForgive me these ramblings if you don't follow them well.When will the world end? I don't really care at all I want you to see, friend That what we build here, That is worth holding onto... To me it is abundantly clear Will not slip away into space As will the physical objects, On which import we place, Denying the truer world
Who created us, our world? One need not know at all More urgent questions swirl In a part of the mind that We may not think we know, Using an unreal measurement For things we can't grasp now, Because we have forgotten, Forgotten the why and how Denying the deeper truth
What can we call the truth? For all seems lost in the lines We write and read to soothe, As questions constantly arise, And the truth is relative Until, that is, a body dies Becoming spirit, one is free To see what was important Was not really real reality... But what we made of it
What can we make of all this? We can make a reason here With something simple as a wish Each thought, dream and plea Every thing we learn and do Grains of sand they are but we Can build one hell of a house With these thoughts that'll last Long after the body fades out Our collective souls, learning
Together, we make a difference And when the world ends When we are no more You won't have eyes To see it with Yet will see All
© 2008 ConstanceAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on June 29, 2008 Last Updated on July 6, 2008 AuthorConstanceA Small Town in, KSAboutI write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..Writing
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