Friday, April 21, 2017

The Only Constant

Flowers wilt, wounds scar;
The earth erodes, wombs are blessed.
Some take to the mountains to convalesce,
Others forge a new path by the evening star.

Today souls gather, tomorrow disband
Like incessant scribbles in the sand
decimated by the tides of time;
Worth a million today, tomorrow not a dime.

Our constants are but variables, 
But constant variables there will be.
It's only a matter of time before you see
That the only constant is change.

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