mastering life
is like trying to catch the wind
in the palm of your hands
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Quite the task. Each time I catch a little but it soon escapes and I am left with nothing. Furthermore as soon as I catch it, it ceases to blow and is no longer wind. So it is with life. A lovely write
i am glad you enjoyed the write,thank you.
You are welcome
I’m a sucker for short poetry.. great work
thank you
Indeed, life cannot be mastered by any living being, in any species. Life is a loan that has a “return-by” date, like books in libraries. We will have to give it up whether we want it or not. It will be taken away from us at any moment. The biggest sorrow is that we don’t know when that date will be... However, poets look at eternity, as a way of defeating the shortness or finality of life. When we write, we are in fact saying : “I may be gone any minute, but my compositions will remain. The Internet is the vehicle that spreads my writings all over the world...”
well expressed -but yet we have to keep trying..
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