I was looking at a meme about the idea that we are ghosts inside a meat coated skeleton, made from stardust, riding a rock whilst hurtling through space, and I thought ‘there’s a poem in there somewhere’ 🤔 So here it is.
Borrowed clothes of passing time,
Once formed a cobweb so sublime.
Those golden strands of woven threads
Enmesh rehash then re embed.
The tattered past, restrained no more,
Lies crumpled, trampled on the floor.
A locked up chest of dusty cloth,
A silent sentinel for moth.
those that shimmered now lies dull
Unravelled like some threadbare wool.
The hand me downs that you acquired
Weren’t yours to keep, but only hired.
Lynda M Roberts ©2022
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