The Pearl
The pearl, so white and beautiful,
at rest beneath the sea,
stands still as time passes by,
effecting only you and me.
For with each day,
each month, each year,
I long to stop this endless fear
the fear of growing old and gray,
of life quickly passing by my way.
The pearl is locked inside its shell,
living eternally, safe and well,
while I am doomed a painful death,
the pearl lives on, without a threat.
Copyright © Maureen Judge | Year Posted 2010
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