We are the sun in the sky; We are the grass in the shadeA Poem by Dennis Shanaberg
Time compresses upon itself
As the earth begins to implode.
Seconds tick with troubled beats
As you lose the places you have ever known.
Life is ever near.
It’s the things you do in the between
That show that you were here.
A piece of melting plastic
Breaking down before its time.
Life is always unraveling;
With each step we do unwind.
We shall leave this place
Or it of us behind.
Does it matter what we leave?
Nothing can last for all time.
We are nothing more than blades of grass
Dead before the winter frost.
We are nothing less than bright burning suns
Whose death has such a cost.
© 2012 Dennis Shanaberg
Added on April 23, 2012
Last Updated on April 23, 2012
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