Both winner and loser give voice to their regret, for in this race to nowhere, there’s nowhere left to get. Noting the deficiency of all that’s left to win, they march around in circles, from here to where they’ve been. Observing all the patterns followed from the start, the trophy that they’ve won is, alas, a purple heart.
It’s Not All About Us
It’s not all about us, whatever you say.
New days will still dawn when we’ve all passed away.
Though the world that we’ve made is important to us,
We’ve made hardly a dent with our foment and fuss.
All our grand plans and writings and arts
Are not new to this world. They’re just new to our hearts.
Everything everywhere has always been.
We just refind it again and again.
So when those with the power destroy where we’ve been,
it will all just start over–beginning again!
When the last bomb has been launched, dropped or hurled,
We’ll be gone, but all will be well with our world.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “No Cliffhangers.” Write a post about the topic of your choice, in whatever style you want, but make sure to end it with “…and all was well with the world.”