The Ponder Of It All

Garth Rakumakoe

Of poets, kings and laymen alike

drunk and sober

I'm quite certain in pondering

our own respective mortalities

we all wonder and question

what it is we are gathering

with this borrowed time

and what it will all mean

when we are no more

All this, whilst the windmills

of our minds, still churn

and steamboats still sail

Of this, I am certain

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  • Parisab

    Pondering is a free luxury until it is not …Very thoughtful words! These days it is scarier to think deeply…

    • Garth Rakumakoe

      Indeed it is hey... Much thanks and gratitude. πŸ™πŸΌ

    • Neville


      I share those uncertainties but commend your ponderings wholeheartedly .. Neville

    • Teddy.15

      Absolutely stunning. ❀️

    • Garth Rakumakoe

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