Relations and Relationships, Friends and Foes

Time passes

Every instance of our existence

Shifts as the world continues

To swirl round and round

Slanting, tilting, changing

Small pebbles on land

Pushed around by winds that

Constantly change in direction and

Force

Ongoing battles that break and mend

Making new out of ends

The darkness falls

The distance grows

The ocean makes loud noises

As its waves flow onto the sands

That brush away with the wind blow

Tiny particles that once laid so close

Will never see each other again

The rain washes away leaves that fall forever

Off trees that birthed them

The gutters get clogged with what was once not

Looked upon as garbage

Now a nuisance

Called dirt and glad to be truant

Man’s hands build machines

Machines build things

First perfect in appeal

Only to be broken because of a

Small token

That was taken at chance

The van broke down far from town

The passengers grew tired of one another

As time passed

They could have survived

Had they tried

Instead they all died

Died of discomfort

Arguments from disagreements and disadvantages

After the last breath was taken

Another vehicle passed

Viewing the corpses

And feeling disgraced

At what a shame it must have been

To die before what they thought

Was not their time

It’s over

Never again will those meet

Not the sands, the leaves and its tree

Not you, not me

Not us or them

Nor she or he

But it all passes as the world continues

Spinning on its axis.

Thursday, July 3, 2014 2:31am