In Passing

by Harry

Submitted by leon

Life is an illusion
Nothing of any great import
All is real only by comparison
Yet everything is in transition or flux
Constancy is a fallacy, save constant change
What is true that lacks consistency

Hence the illusion
In passing tomorrow only remains today
At best are memories and conjecture borne by experience
Measuring the worth of things by what was with hopes of what will be,
is merely left to happenstance………..

2 Comments to “In Passing”

  1. A beautiful poem very well written that touches the heart.Anita

  2. Great Thoughts……. hopefully I imbibe them all in real….. 🙂

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