The physical world is one of change
Many possibilities widen in range
It seems nothing ever stays the same
From death and decay new life came
The flesh that once had a breath
Does not cease to provide after death
A fertile crib is made for a new start
Giving nourishment to seedlings ala carte.
12/18/07
Never ending circles beautiful write not grim but fact max Chris
Grim or not your ala carte. Brought a smile to my face. Thank you much.
Your 'ala carte' puts a lights spin on a subject that could be grim. Thank you for your peresonal touch. Yorick would have smiled. Tom
Yes, indeed. The Great Circle of Life and all its mysteries and beauty. I like the 'fertile crib' analogy. Cheers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A pleasure to read Theresa! Thank you for sharing! ! ! *10*! ! ! Thad