Final Thoughts
I’m sitting in my rocking chair.
Back and forth it goes,
like a tide;
Alike life.
Back and forth,
like a constant stream of thoughts;
Moving emotion,
never ending,
to my journey’s end.
So many things,
remembered and forgotten.
But in the face of death,
life is but a pebble;
Kicked along the pavement by a child.
Copyright © Theo Nikula | Year Posted 2021
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