Unawares time passes rivers flow
the heart beats on its continuous mission
we live a life not knowing the end
not knowing what impact we will make on it
on others
on ourselves
on the environment
hoping it will be well spent
helping others to live theirs
only totally aware part of the time
the rest is carried out by the automatic
functions of the brain subconsciously
we lean on the walls of reality
some support us
some fall as we touch them
it is all trial and error
try once and evaluate
to judge this existence is not possible
only partially aware of it we surmise its quality
equate its harmony
and finally fall into the bliss of oblivion
none the wiser for having lived
Margaret Ann Waddicor 8th April 2016
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 7:51 AM UTC
Unawares time passes rivers flow
the heart beats on its continuous mission
we live a life not knowing the end
not knowing what impact we will make on it
on others
on ourselves
on the environment
hoping it will be well spent
helping others to live theirs
only totally aware part of the time
the rest is carried out by the automatic
functions of the brain subconsciously
we lean on the walls of reality
some support us
some fall as we touch them
it is all trial and error
try once and evaluate
to judge this existence is not possible
only partially aware of it we surmise its quality
equate its harmony
and finally fall into the bliss of oblivion
none the wiser for having lived
Margaret Ann Waddicor 8th April 2016
I used this in a comment to Hoelbling's poem.
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