Of lost, what with? Of lost, to whom?
To gain, where of? Of left too soon.
The play of life whilst in the womb,
for dust and ash and else for doom.
Of lost, what with? Of lost, to whom?
To gain, where of? Of left too soon.
The play of life whilst in the womb,
for dust and ash and else for doom.
This is very intriguing. It’s sad to think of people being born only into sadness.
Truly heartrending.
Very dark …
It is what it is, an opinion.
🙂
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Wow…. That… That was thought provoking and kind of dark. Don’t get me wrong I love it. Just wow.
I am flattered, thank you.
It reminded me of the Book of Ecclesiastes by Solomon. Tis beautiful.
I am humbled by your graciousness.
This might be one of my favorites by you. You do amazing things with the quatrain man.
Awful kind of you.
Fantastic use of words that gave such strong meaning, emotion and rhythm. Thank you for sharing with us!
I thank you.
All for naught and all for everything… The play of life… Who can tell…? Very beautiful.
I thank you Miss Banks, you are too kind.