Poetry

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All But Gone
Upon a misty morning with skies of gray,
reflecting a silvery glow of eternal light,
rising from a state of sleep to another day,
leaving the dreams that consume the night.

Faced with reality we each must carry on,
accepting was is and what we do not know,
little choice but to try and survive the dawn,
the chilly, cold, brisk wind begins to blow.

A whirl wind of greed and wanted desire,
motivates our actions controlling the mind,
lost in the perils of one’s own burning fire,
we forget we exist in an hourglass of time.

Daily challenges to the simple life we live,
shadows of doubt upon a journey so long,
self absorbed in taking we forget to give,
before we know it, our life is all but gone.

Complexity of life created by human design,
we are our own worse enemies plain to see,
ruled by emotions we often stop just to whine,
never satisfied, presuming how life should be.

Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2008, All Audiences

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