A rose  petal withers,

falling, floating to the ground,

one after the next.

A little boy watches

and learns an Inexorably lesson;

life is not a bed of roses.

 

 

Today a boy  is born,

he cries, and jerks…. so he lives.

If he doesn’t, he dies.

Just like the rose.

We survived, nonetheless,

Every human is elated

by the miracle of life.

 

Your young mind is that of a dilettante;

a natural explorer.

An old soul is erudite and diplomatic

when they’ve reincarnated once. Twice.

Three times,

a pattern is repeated.

 

So let’s take a second away from our ego

and step into the mischevious unwelcoming world

wind grazes our skin

stars glisten above our crown

A mush of greenery surrounds us

Dogs bark.

 

A lighter stricks fire beneath your lip

Smoke blends into a beautiful abstract piece

Everything is blank like inner space

We hug a bottle of Johnnie Walker

like an anchor to a harbor

least we slip back into limbo.

 

The clock strikes a few seconds to twelve

Alas, it’s time to go

The door swings ajar

as we bid farewell to a solemn evening

What we have, this reveling feeling

no one can take away.

We shut the door behind us.

 

Time unfreezes, the pattern repeats.

 

Image source: hicksgallery.co.uk/artist/amy-judd/

 

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