…….Life is forever slowly extinguished, and it’s beauty is forever fleeting, that’s like a ignorant man that’s always reading, a wound that’s always bleeding, or a fiend that’s always fiendishly feening, what is the meaning, is it life’s answer to death, renewal on a constant spool, is this the tool of a consciousness outside our own, or is this the checks and balances that keeps all of creation growing old until death, only to be replaced when put to rest, out with the old, let’s make a new nest, is this the process thats been keeping us in a mess, before lessons learned here comes new faces with the same mess, it has all of mankind still that spoiled child in a candy store, pulling on our moms dress.
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An interesting write, a sense of asking do we only live long enough to make the mess but not long enough to fix before we die and the cycle starts again, enjoyed the read
Thanks, I feel a lot of the wisdom handed down falls on death’s ears… before we realize our elders were right we are now the elders…. A process that hasn’t served us well
You are very welcome, and that is very true
A poem on the meaning of aging and indeed many have asked why they have to die and that no one gets out of this world alive. Maybe we are asking the wrong question. Death merely part of a cycle of life and death not an end but a transformation a metamorphosis. Well written
Thanks.
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