How frail is human fondness
how strong our deception
that natural affection can stand on its own
steadfast before the tide of events
and the reversion of our fair flesh
to its fated state:
when met with adversity it flees,
or folds within itself,
or rises like a mist to dissipate,
evaporate under the blaze of time.
Left sere, shriveled, past ripe-
at last it’s ready.
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Just reviewing some of the writing by those whose comments I have appreciated. I really like the succinctness here- saying so much in so few words.
Nicely done.
