The equation of mass

Written by: Brenda Victoria Northeast


The days on earth wear thin
Like my hair 
And where girdles pull in a 
Sagging mass
And memory is washed by a 
Lunar pull- 
Like the tide that washes over 
Footprints in the sand
Soon memories are gone 
like a dying star grows dim
And I return recycled to 
The worms
But my heart knows a better 
Place- 
Where reserved for me 
I know so well- 
I will glow in -The eternal day 
That is- my permanent home

Brenda V Northeast