Rain

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Aug 24, 2019

Life,
like a 
drop of 
rain
sliding down
a pane of
glass.
The day
we are born, 
our timeline
begins.
Slipstream of
of existence 
rippling  like
rain on the
 move.
Weaving
to and fro,
as our timeline 
extends.
Decisions 
we make the
engine 
that moves.
Choices
 we make 
determines
the ride.
End point
uncertain.
No way to
know.
Back and forth
then back again.
the rain drop
does go.
Back and forth
as the 
decisions
mount up.
Swerving one
way then another 
based on what
we decide.
Choose wisely 
my friend,
as it will
soon come to
close.

 

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