EPHEMERALITY
Everything makes me grieve
Perhaps you thought to yourself
More recently at the turning of the leaves
Everything makes me sigh
And I don’t really know the reason why
What used to feel only glorious
Now feels some way turned to stone.
Everything makes me wonder why
Beauty comes at such a steep price on earth
And fleetingly disperses in clouds and dearth
That spangles the sun
But never no matter how you
throw the dice
Is it ever really won.
Mary angela douglas 3 february 2024
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