Friday, November 21, 2014

Shelf Life

We all have a shelf life

Even the ancient Aborigines

With their Didgeridoos blowing songs through dreamtime

Have a shelf life

We all wear out

Collapse into ourselves

Like flytraps clutching our souls

Yet, with time

We all will be set free in the end

As humans

We constantly try to change our appearance

The young wish they could look older

The old wish to look younger

Washing their gray hair with chemical dye jobs

Lifting their faces

Stretched so tight

Their fake smiles never go away

All to hide their fading shelf life

Yet, most of their insides are rarely changed

For, there’s no surgery for the soul

No money that can change one’s spirit

It can only come from within

Only from within

This poem is from my book : Petals Falling

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