A poem about life in general, and how we tend to live it.
The rainbow stood at the end of the bed
looking over the day, the living, the dead.
All that has been, and all that will be
Stretching its arch from sea to sea.
The sun and the moon both left in the sky
the damaged goods and the people waiting to die.
Life’s purpose is lost on wondering what will be
and all of the waiting for just wait and see.
Soon it’s too late and it’s all said and done
although all of us together we are only just one.
The long days that we keep are gone in a flash
at life’s open diner it’s just dine and dash.
The rainbow knelt at the end of the bed
looking over the day, the living, the dead.
The sun and the moon flee from the sky,
and damaged goods are people just waiting to die.
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