Playing a game of chance

Time is pulling us all to the front of the line

Some in groups, some one by one

Some by diseases

Some by natural causes

Some by wars

Some by weather

Some by furious winds

Some by earthquakes

Some by blues

Some by reds

Some surrounded by love

Some all alone

Some old and frail

Some young and unwrinkled

Dragging and kicking, wheeling, and dealing

All in oblivion.

Relentless time pulling us all one by one to the front of the line.

Damn that one-trick pony.

I am going to beat you in your own game.

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7 Responses to Oblivion

  1. Saneh Pandey says:

    That’s the way of life i guess 🙂 well written!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. OldenGray says:

    A lovely read! The skyline is gorgeous!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Larraine says:

    Interesting thoughts…

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Nicola Gill says:

    Oblivion! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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