Never-lasting Life

Nothing in this world seems to last.
The peace of an early morning sunrise,the joy of a conversation,
is here only for a moment,
then it’s suddenly past.
The gentle breeze that blowswhile on the front porch rocking,
becomes a storm of dark clouds –
lightning and thunder –
coming so suddenly it’s absolutely shocking.
On Monday you look in the mirror
and find a grey hair in your head.
On Tuesday, you tell your family and friends goodbye,
and by Wednesday, you’re dead.
Nothing in this world seems to last.
It’s here for a moment then it’s suddenly past.

This poem © Kevin Walker. Published February 2013.