Life: Poetry & Art

The Seashell

Sometimes Life is merely
walking in circles while holding one's head,
marching like a turtle never knowing 
the expanse of horizon beyond its shell

These circles are a play of fools and amateurs,
a tragic circus of laughter for one and all
amid the tune of decadent misery and impoverished joys

Yet Life returns us to the inevitable Path 
with more empathy and knowledge 
than we had the day before

This is both our evolution and our birthright:
that we stand together to forge new edifices
with the ashes of golden ages we mix with our tears. 

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