Terence G. Craddock

(Westport New Zealand)

Life For Most Is?


impersonal celebrate not
past sorrows joys...
life for most is a collection
of small lives...
small days each day lived
singularly one at a time
diminishing clicking
over to expire...

so spend days with paintbrush strokes
paintbrushes poetry or flowers
with dreams sunrises sunsets

refreshing breezes
never stopped for never
will life now over...


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Submitted: Sunday, April 06, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 07, 2014

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Written in April 2014 on the 4.4.2014.
Split image from the poem 'Never Will Life Now Over...' by Terence George Craddock.

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