One On the Chin
I know life is fleeting, it all but crumbles to dust,
willessly washed away by the passage of time.
So easily lain waste and forgotten.
Yet for me who knew her dearest,
so easily enamoured by her graceful nature,
swooned over by her cosmic appeal,
chose not to sever ties with this short life.
But honour her in my lasting days, knowing
full well the reconciliation that death shall bring.
Contest: One on the chin Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Date: 10/09/2020
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