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Sep 2017
You think you have done it,
job complete,
the end.

But what you really have done
is bounced,
a ballistic arc of life,
the journey's not complete.

Each bounce is but a step,
graduation,
college,
graduation.

Job,
promotion,
marriage,
parenthood.

Anniversaries,
birthdays­.

Weddings,
funerals.

However
you measure time,
like a flea hopping,
life is a trampoline.

Just bouncing along,
until there is,
no spring left.
death.
Written in 2015
The Fire Burns
Written by
The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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   Lawrence Hall and pearlianne
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