Existence

Existence

The view across the lake
in the early morning
Magnificent in its silence
as the day was dawning
Birds aroused and calling
in a contest of sound
Happy communicating
while others dig the ground
 
Each day wondrous
in its simple familiarity
Traveling on the wheels of existence
Rotating in its peculiarity
Monotonous but necessary
a cycle impossible to cheat
The tread of time so ruthless
that it tramples even kings under its feet
 
Such is life
A difficult road to follow
Beautiful yet tough
sometimes a hard pill to swallow
Moments captured and stored
in the memory banks of existence 
Destined to be robbed by spendthrifts
With little or no resistance
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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Silence

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Spendthrift

Mind Love Misery's Menagerie Saturday Mix
Personification, using this sentence:
The tread of time is so ruthless that it tramples even the kings
under its feet.