This from a late night musing; not sure where it came from, but it reflects the fall in populations in developed countries.

(Image detail from Frederick Leighton, Wikimedia Commons)


The Wax and the Stamp

We became an infertile breed
With no children to succeed
The wax is flaccid with no form
So, no stamp can imprint upon.

D G Moody 2025



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Written on 2025-03-03 at 18:01

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Interesting metaphor about the problem. Wax on, wax off. :)
2025-03-08


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
This short poem provokes considerable thought about the importance of continuity and legacy, as well, as the author says, the decline in population growth in the world. Reading it, my thoughts were drawn towards what 'marks' we are leaving behind in the spill of wax that is on the 'floor' of modern society. Nice one, Dougie.
Blessings, Allen
2025-03-04