Floating on the iceberg of death
At last I understand life!
When an infant the world is large
Growing up it shrinks all round us
For the simple reason it melts.
During the passing years
New levels are revealed
As we have new experiences
We're too involved to notice
The rapidly disappearing iceberg
Surrounding us
Until we realise
We are running out
Of space and time
We have to answer it's call
And it's time to sink with it
Too late to have any regrets.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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NaPoWrimo 2016
26/30, TSL
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