Life in Microcosm
In the blink of an eye we are washed away
'tis but a moment, our brief stay on this rock
that is spinning, turning in space, a speck in
the firmament, a lap in the race. A blip on
the monitor of life's endeavour, how do we
make our mark, if ever? From dust we are born
and to dust we return, our brief spell on Earth
full of lessons to learn. What is the purpose?
Life's grand plan? Is it entrusted merely to man?
Or, are we a cog? A part of the whole? Is our destiny
ours to control? Are we the masters of our own fate?
The clock is still ticking, it may not be too late.
Copyright © John Jones | Year Posted 2020
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