The Journey
The Journey
Age is a motion that moves ever more
quickly towards that ever widening sea
that, for the rest of time and memory
will bring us - keep us in the arms of eternity.
There we will meet, once again, this time
as one, in peace, with knowledge, in harmony
without all the strings - puppet masters manipulate -
attached, causing us to dance to tunes, from a symphony
who’s music has had so little relevance
to the meaning of life’s true dance
as we cross the stages, in a prance,
to tunes we know not, will ever advance.
B. J. “A ” 2
July 16th 2005
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2015
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