Day by day,
week by week,
month by month,
year by year,
Perpetual motion
marks our lives,
cradle to grave.
Recto, verso,
each a new start
toward the inevitable,
inexorable,
final page.
Then, it starts anew, at a higher, non-physical level, or so it seems.
We’ll have to wait and see.
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Shawn Bird is an author, poet, and educator in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary.
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Then, it starts anew, at a higher, non-physical level, or so it seems.
We’ll have to wait and see.