A singel word

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A singel word

A singel word on paper

Nor that times ten thousand

Will equal the greatness of time

And in the center

We stand just a speck

In a galaxy of stars that shine

Our lives may make history

In the books of our people

But will it really last?

Time will go on

And we will fade

Our bones a ghost of the past.

To be dug up.

By someone.

Who will know that we died here. 

submitted by Pooki P, age -30, not where you live
(August 30, 2018 - 7:16 pm)

back to the Inkwell

Beautiful, Pooki! Great Job!!!!!

submitted by Annabeth C
(August 31, 2018 - 12:26 am)

Oooooo

ywyu 

I still have no idea what that means.

*sigh* I have a headache 

*asleep*

*sneezes* 

submitted by Darkking, age Who knows?, A dimension.
(August 31, 2018 - 10:37 am)

Wow, this is so heartfelt and deep. Beautiful job!

submitted by Spring Flower, 春乌艾
(September 1, 2018 - 11:49 am)

And when death comes for us all

Let us not shy away

But take it as a gift

Something to be treasured.

A chance to give up what Life gave you and live again

Fearing death is like fearing life

So let us instead simply accept death

Let us not vilinize him

But just accept him for what he is

Not something to be feared

So feel peace

The peace and certainty that, no matter how bad it gets, death will come. Not as an escape, but as a journey to another place.

 

So yes. Your poem inspired me to do that, I like it, Pooki. It's a lovely poem you've made.  

submitted by Chinchilla
(September 10, 2018 - 6:17 pm)