What Nobody Lives Yet Knows

Somebody goes to welcome,
What nobody lives yet knows.

Why do so many wrestle with thoughts,
To rewind and revisit,
A doing done to keep prevailed.

No one stays to choose a permanence.
With a choice to pick from moments,
Relived again not to have them end.

The best of times or the worst of them,
To experience...
One day will fade from this phase to another.
And with others too we all knew but passed,
Onto another stage from one not meant to last.
As this blessing of life,
Comes to go as fast as fingers are snapped.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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