we hold too tightly
to things never meant to be held
the invisible unmistakable things
that seep through our fingers
trying to make permanent
what will eventually vanish
we think we have them contained
captured forever in lives and memories
but the grass withers
and the flowers fall
and time washes what’s left
like sand kissed by the shore
empires crumble into dusty history books
but our small lives
dance like sunlight on the waves
About the Creator
AggieSoon
Let’s not suffer in silence. Let’s use our words. Let them drip from the screen to move our hearts, challenge our minds, and enrich our time. Here are mine. Really looking forward to reading what others have to say.
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith4 days ago in Humor
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