Life
One hundred years is all you'll have
to learn the ways to forget the past.
From life's first prick
to deaths cold grasp
the things you love
you'll find won't last.
Nothing in this metered world
will ever quench the burning thirst
for beauty safe from tomorrows light
with memories hidden out of sight.
Golden days with endless joy
the little ticks of time destroy.
And always there in a mounting heap
are the dreams you lived but cannot keep.
The only truths that do persist
are dreams left drifting in a mist.
And finally as you face your fate
all your life long quests become a date.
written March 25, 2016
Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2016
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