Rhubarb


Life fails,this I see and I think, let it be but the wheel continues turning where the home fires are still burning and this life should be for learning not for leaving.
I have followed flaming stars as they shot across the skies,leaving me with eyes so red and been led so far and wide,where I tried to make some sense,make amends,pay recompense,
and life fails me,what ails me so?
I am afraid to go where the moon takes her walks, in the heavens where she talks in infinite tongues.
I am afraid of the tomb where I’ll comb through the galleries, not finding the pictures I seek,where the light leaks out slowly and my lowly existence is done.
Though life fails me, what tales I could tell and have heard,but the word,its potential is less existential,
as life drifts and then lifts me away.

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