Each and every day, little pieces of me fall away, 300 million cells each minute die
Some fall to the ground, where by scavengers they're found, or sometimes they just lie
Blown away by the breeze, sometimes incorporated into trees, I become a part of every living thing
I'm part of germs, or even worms, it doesn't matter whether I be a beggar or a king
We all have a piece of each other, in this way my brother, we form a cosmic whole
Spread over the earth, we all have a new birth, part of an immortal, universal soul
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: August 22nd, 2022 06:53
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As a child I would wonder how much of us remain after all that exfoliation, cell replacements, haircuts, nail trimming, and the like.... thoroughly enjoyed this poem! Thanks Soren.
Thank you so much crypticbard for taking your time to review this piece and for your kind words.
For me you have described so beautifully in this poem the very essence of our existence. The last two lines especially resonate deeply. This is certainly a favorite
Thank you Bella for your revies and your most kind comments
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