Transient Poem by Gert Strydom

Transient



Why does life,
does love sometimes feel
like a transient thing
as if in living everything
passes far too quickly?

Today we meet, in a few days
we have a conversation,
which leads to more conversations,
a dining out in a restaurant

falling in love over romantic candles,
becoming aware of how attractive / pretty
the other party in reality is,

making love / becoming engaged
and the relationship turning into
more serious intentions
and finally we wed

and after a child or two
they grow up
and leave the roost
going on their own way
and the job draws to its end
we loose some friends
and the loved one becomes ill,
or dies suddenly,

or sometimes worse
just after becoming a fiancé, fiancée
or husband or wife
life takes its leave.

Friday, February 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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