Running out of things to say

1 Corinthians 3:19-20 

19 For the wisdom of this world is foolishness with God. For it is written, “He catches the wise in their own craftiness”; 20 and again, “The Lord knows the thoughts of the wise, that they are futile.”

 

 

Loosening all the ties ... that strapped you to the past.

Is it any wonder ... that all seem so discarded?

Nothing much matters then … as life is going fast.

 

My last breath after the one before... could it be the first one?

My next thought could it bring ... the twilight of my day?

Positive or negative could it show a difference

or is it an illusion ... that simply fades away?

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Greatly written!

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