My life recedes. The past fades,
as if it never happened. This
fleeting life like an illusion
I blindly clung to until
I saw clearly the
impermanence of this
passing dream.
Bob Boyd
My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
My life recedes. The past fades,
as if it never happened. This
fleeting life like an illusion
I blindly clung to until
I saw clearly the
impermanence of this
passing dream.
Bob Boyd
Fortune, fame, or lack of,
ultimately the same; we all fade
into obscurity.
Bob Boyd
impermanent world
people dying everywhere
few wondering why
Bob Boyd