It slips like sand through my hands
Gone before beginning
Life flows about me
Somehow seeming to stand still
Yet like water changes the shape of stone
I am weathered away
As life flows about me
It may yet change my shape
But as surely as the sun will rise
Here I stand the same as yesterday
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Poetics and Musings
PoetryJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
