Angela Douglas Poet Free verse

In the End

Time eats away at us like termites
Carpenter ants burrowing tunnels
Bite by bite
Nibble by nibble
We weather as a wooden barn
exposed to the elements
The paint begins to bubble
peel and flake
Rain soaks in and we rot
rendering us fragile regardless 
of how much one was celebrated 
cameras constantly flashing 
like a lightning storm
when they walked down the street
wearing a suit of smooth, supple skin
Loved now only by the few sincere
in their affections
who care for their soul and not
merely the flesh that contains it
In fifty years
a heartbeat in history
like old films they are forgotten
No longer part of culture’s 
collective consciousness
though occasionally someone 
may ponder, “Whatever happened to him?”
Dust like the rest of us
in the end

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Studmotor Studmotor October 2, 2021 at 2:51 PM The last lines sounded like song titles, this is the end by the Doors and dust in the wind by Kansas. This is just to say hello and i will make comments on your poetry if you allow me too. Lost my twitter account.