The Days of Our Lives
The days of our lives.
In life we are at home, in death we are gone.
In sorrow we mourn the death of a loved one.
Without consequence we would not know what is wrong.
Forever we are searching for a place to belong.
As we grow our wings, we venture off into the distance.
A life of memories behind us; a gift from the gifted.
In light we find ourselves surrounded by mystery;
What next on this journey? What next in this story?
What next to see and who is looking inside?
The tale of our experiences…the days of our lives.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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