Then To Be Forgotten
The Sun shines
upon mountains grand and small;
Glaciers that resemble dirty white frocks
that peep their age as they cry
tears the size of rain drops
that etch deep furrows in their stately phi sod
And wash away sleep and dander the size of boulders
from their all have been seen eyes.
Even they
Live and die
Laugh and cry
Learn contentment then dismay
Still,
The sun shines on upon their unaffected composure
And I wonder;
Will their place at the table of life be remembered?
Will anyone recount their birth,
Those mistakes they made?
Those bad decisions of adolescence
Or even their graduation into adulthood?
Will anyone recount their wisdom earned
Or their advice spurned?
The facts we will remember are that they are simply dirt;
Spewed out by this living thing called planet earth
Blown by the wind swept up by the rain and washed away by glacial rivers
Created by tears of regret that flow so freely down those
Facial furrows etch over a life time upon their stately brow;
Then to Be Forgotten
By
Sammie L. Carter
Copyright 12Aug2012 1032hrs Sam373
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