At Last

Never Grow Up

I wonder where the lines meet.

I wonder where they blend.

Do they stay incomplete?

Or are they best friends?

Why does the world move so quick--

So. slow. at first?

The scars it must acquire from the quickness--

I imagine they last.

The medicine, it must acquire, from the--

I imagine is not enough.

It must feel so useless. So obsolete. So scared.

Space must be so lonely.

The other planets--they retire to their own orbits.

The poor, lonely Earth--is alone.

The sun gives comfort, but it won't last.

The Earth's own riches and treasures--

All die at last.

The Earth does brag.

It shares knowledge of unknown, of new ideas.

But they too, shall die at last.

They will leave the Earth striped and alone.

And it shall die--alone--at last.

Reviews

[SilentDreamer]

I absolutely love the last stanza of this poem. Over all it is very well written and flows well. An enjoyable read.