
....after the passing...
THE SEARCH GOES ON
We spend so much time searching
For what has no calorific value
Has no enriching energy
That when we find the gold
The feeling is so intensified -
The reward gilding our souls.
Maybe that is what should be
Like realising value from loss
Joy from perceived pain.
Our lives juggled by hands
We cannot see or feel
Until they are ended.
© Griffonner 2025
Poetry by Griffonner
Written on 2025-12-28 at 12:38
Tags Mystery  Life  Living 
