Time passes, as life flows;
Time goes.
Minutes chasing ours
to days.

Death waits us*, how life goes;
We know.
Wouldn’t have it any
other way.

Busy folk, running ‘round.
They go.
Knowing too soon they face
their own end.

Rally bound, fly the flag.
Raised high.
Glory bound in the race
to their place-

I continue to be impressed with
what little I do know from what
I can read in the history books
and the rock beneath my feet;
and the atoms and molecules
and compounds that seem to
be electrically bound in such
a manner that eventually gave
rise to a biped capable of being
able to ‘tame’ fire, create a God,
build a computer n go into space
can still have such a hard time
getting along with the other n
seems to continue to possess a
need to kill children under the
pretense of war, depending on
which idol or ideology one may
choose to follow -