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  • Daniel Mayfield


Futility subjected my prized possession

each component to wear and rust

from birth to earth you face oppression

designed as such to make you trust

The body a wasteland rapidly vanishing

a couple of flickers, and smoke, and the wind

many a steward no skill with the managing

squander their purpose, a day and it’s spent

Medical experts, the fountain of youth

perpetual visits, preservers of rot

bandage the wound and medically soothe

ducks in one basket with death as the lot

A fire internal will burn at the wick

immortal, unseen, and often forget

renewable daily, depending the pick

eternity given to those who it sought.

#art #Poetry #Futility #SubjectedCreation #God

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