They will discover your dusty words
Sometime in the distant future
Among all the chaff and gold
Sifted from humanities searching soul
What will be said as they read
Offerings torn from your bursting heart
Will they breathe an earthly sigh
Or hit the delete icon, pass you by
Life is fleeting, very old news,
A constant truism of fact
Never defeated say you
Although the weight of words leaves shoulders blue
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Lines 3&4 are outstanding, Harry, I mean really good. They anchored me for the whole poem, and they fit.
I'd figure out another way to say the same in line 8. "Delete icon" doesn't work because it took me to computers when everything else in the poem expanded my universe. I was expecting more than Microsoft, Apple, or Samsung at that point.
The last line was great too. It left me thinking about so much.more...
not all stones are heavy
and those designed to sink
still make their mark
in the silt of our thoughts
you make the point that we'll never know how others will react to our words. that's true, for now as well as the future. i'd missed this before, so ty for linking. xmore...
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