The Passing Life

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For most my life I’ve tried to stay in the clear

Clear of pain or any type of fear

Getting a cut on my finger

Would put me in tears

because a permanent scar would now appear

……

Today my definition of permanence is unclear

I know nothing is as permanent as it appears

The pain, the fear and the scar

Even my whole body, can all disappear

My life is rapidly passing and I’m its carrier

Better to embrace it before death appears

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