Ponder
Everything roundabout and under the sun has its season.
All occurrences, whether good or evil, happens for a reason.
No man can transfigure the future, nor venture back into the past.
‘Tis wasted energy to cherish brick and mortar that will not last.
To what end comes all that man has made but returns to dust?
His monuments, his skyscrapers, and towers all shall turn to rust.
What comes of silver, gold, rubies, and other such riches?
What value are these material things which are found in ditches?
To what end come, men of power, living in castles in the sky?
No different than one, who toils in the fields, all are destined to die.
This life is much like a candle, flickering in the night.
Some cause calamity, some illuminates, and then suddenly fade from sight.
And what of the driving force that propels this mass?
Is it an entity that continues on, or does it fade and whither as a blade of grass?
Always, there will be trials, tribulations, troubles, and strife.
Different paths to venture down, during this event called life.
Copyright © Wayne Smith | Year Posted 2022
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