Fly uninvited through Great Hall
Its gentle song was briefly heard
Its impact on the diners small.
They all looked up, observed its flight
And marvelled at its presence there
But when it vanished from their sight
No one recalled it had been there ...
Our lives a fleeting speck of time
A mote of dust caught in the sun
We whirl and twist, dip, float and climb
Millions do what we have done...
We leave big footprints in the sand
Then gentle waves wash them away
We're tiny pebbles on the strand
Polished smooth, all shades of grey ...
We can shout and promise much
Be omnipresent on the screen
Though futile, we still try to clutch
Longevity – but it's a dream...
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
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