In The Flux...

nothing comes for an asking
nothing moves at our will
life doesn't go on a list of
terms and conditions
today's plea may be
tomorrows pain
today's zeal may become
tomorrow's foolishness
and vice versa

all that's required to pull on
is the ability absorb
this constant flux...

09apr2010
03.55hrs

poem by Indira Babbellapati
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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