Voyage of Self Discovery
We are born ---
we live, we die;
and in between we gaze the aftermath of the gods...
and the great shining stars at night ---
with greater grip in old age than fleeting youth;
More fiercely we cling to ebbing mortality,
as if there is more in elder years,
and as a fledgling we only know a rising sun;
for it never sets in first-time life,
whilst excitement drifts like snow in later years,
its coming appreciated all the more,
like the end of a mystery movie nearing...
Was it good? ---
or was it bad?
Will we ever see the credits?
***Meditations on Mortality***
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2018
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