And when I die
the spider will
still spin its web;
all will go on
as if I had
never come
or gone.
So what is
so important
that I waste
precious time
being upset
for in the end
none of it matters
the spider
will still spin its web
and I will be gone
too soon forgotten.
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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I love the structure of your stanzas!
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Thanks, Rebecca. hugs, pat
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How about the old guy who plants a sapling of a tree knowing well he won’t be there when it bears fruit?
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I plant trees as often as possible. Today I have more than 40 in my yard that I planted. I also carry tree and fruit seeds with me when I walk in the floresta to plant as I go. If we just look, there are many spaces where we can plant a tree. hugs, pat
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what a thought…Solomon called it vanity
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A great reminder for all! Very well said!
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❤
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Exquisite photo and words to match!
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Never fair lady…the ripples of your energy will go on and on, love can never be diminished 🙂 Namaste
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Oh yes this is so good! Why waste time indeed! 😀
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Nice stuff here! Thanks! With the loss of my friend, I feel you on this….
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And so will i!
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Speechless.
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Wow, I don’t really have a lot to say, but I felt like it was worth letting you know that I absolutely loved this.
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