The Coming and the Going

THE COMING AND THE GOING By birth and death, the only things you know, each one a sting, felt almost not a bit, though circumstance, as through your time you go would lead you to believe life's all of it. You'll not recall the ways you were before nor geometrics forming what you've been, and what's to be is what time has in store, that's never known until it can be seen. There's not a kiss that lasts eternally no matter how the moment makes you feel, from lovers or Grandmothers, each will be layed to the past, where nothing's ever real. And every love shall end, as will each pain, not ever to be felt in life again. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet