Transitory

by Abigail Gronway

As clouds cannot one moment hold their form,
So life moves on through weariness and mirth,
And death is more significant than birth.

The pain from which we shudder is the norm,
And satisfaction can’t be dulled by dearth;
As clouds cannot one moment hold their form,
So life moves on through weariness and mirth.

Though calm preferred, true strength is made in storm.
Effecting change is what gives man his worth;
He has but only days to roam the earth.
As clouds cannot one moment hold their form,
So life moves on through weariness and mirth,
And death is more significant than birth.


Copyright © 2018 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved
Chaucerian Roundel

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