Profound Ideas Are Taught In Simple Things

wasted time
on dry sands slipping from your fingers

love on the petals of the
red rose

precious life
on the air that we cannot see
and yet we breathe daily
unseen
and yet so essential

old age
on the sunset dimming and dimming

until everything is dark
night
death

and then eternity
in the moon and stars and the space endless

our mortality
to these naked eyes seeing only what lies there

and here
and not beyond

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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