I hate none, despise some, saddened by many.
Surrounded by family and friends we ,as the tree
in the forest, are still but one. Through adversity
we grow and hopefully come to understand our life
is tied to all around us. We are the center of our lives
but not the center of everyone else's. We control nothing
and one day will return to the dust from whence we came,
If there is comedy in justice for all then maybe a speck of my dust will
irritate the eyes of the ones I despise.
Ravages
of Time
of a dam
that no longer
holds water
A single
stem stands
straight and
tall…
Flowers and
leaves are
memories lost
There once
was a time
this thing of beauty did
bend and
dance
through
the flow of its life
Now this
is but a single brittle bone
standing tall,
unyielding
waiting
to crumble to dust
Shall the
bones of our arrogance
for self
import
attest to
the ravages
of time?
ccd
Sept 2015
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