The clouds pass silently above
On their way to infinity;
Sojourners drifting in the sky;
to whims of dominating winds.
Our paths to perpetuity
are like those hovering above:
Short time stays in this dimension
crammed with egregious egotism;
Marvel at insignificance
as though it were significant.
Our egos pass, notwithstanding,
into amnesic nothingness.
Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2014
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