With time, wear and tear,
is the ultimate fate—
even for an iron bolt.
Note: The bolts support the pillars of a pier in the Pacific Ocean. Imagine the strength needed to hold up a structure, against the constant battering of mighty waves. The bolts do their job valiantly.
But, the salty air and moisture slowly rust them away.
No matter how strong, pretty, or healthy we may be, we will eventually fall apart, as the wagon wheel of time moves ahead.
Let's be humble.
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Seema Patel
Hi, I am Seema. I have been writing on the internet for 15 years. I have contributed to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, and Amazon KDP.
I write about nature, health, parenting, creativity, gardening, and psychology.
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Ah, this was so deep and so true! Loved your photo and poem!
Excellent story 🍀🍀🍀🍀
How true on both accounts and a lot to think about how nature and humans work together. Good job.