
To me
There is nothing in life as pleasant
As watching a ripple form
On a lake as still as ice
To live we go to work
Feed our families
Spend time with friends
And rest ourselves to repeat it all again
But we rarely stop
And sit
To see the changes we made as we went
Until all that’s left of us
Are the ripples
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold


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