by Dean Jolly
Humans are Poetry
|Are we but elegies to memory?
Loosing moments like rivers catch the rain
When all we know of Life is what has been
And all we know of Death is what remains
Or are we odes to hope and poetry?
Composing verse like rhythm holds a rhyme
In every breathe a heartfelt melody
and every beat like metronome in time
Or are we blend of both poetic verse?
One part hope and one part brevity
Between the two a single truth emerge
Be it known we are odes to elegy