I the Undersigned
The concrete we walk upon
The rock face we just climbed
It’s all just solidified dust
That somehow found design
The grass in meadows below
The trees in forests behind
It’s all just carbon atoms
That somehow recombined
The water in our oceans
The oxygen our lungs refine
It’s all just gaseous elements
That’s somehow in decline
The space in our cosmos
The conscience in our minds
It’s all just part of being alive
That somehow dies over time
The belief in redemption
The heaven we wish to find
It’s all just hopes and prayers
That somehow this poem is blind.
By
David kavanagh
Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2021
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