The Hopeful One

in art •  6 years ago 

Time

She is the cradle, out of which we all climb to enter life

She is the river we submerge ourselves in to wash away all of our sorrows

She is there, always, embracing us

But

over a life

the observant mind notices that

when we climbed out of the cradle

we made a pact

A promise that one day we will return

only to find the cradle is a grave

And all our ventures, all our creations, all our glory, we leave behind

Forever

Time is the murderer of all hope

But

Times greatest enemy

Has always been

Life

The Hopeful One

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very deep poetry

Welcome to steemit. keep up good work.

Thank you brother! Lovely photos