(Photo by Mohamed Nohassi on Unsplash)
There today, gone tomorrow, mere specks of gold dust
Making and marring memories like a camera with astounding shutter speed
Fragility is the name of the game as one progresses at the speed of light from glitter to rust
Unpredictable and held ransom to fate like winds buffeting a thin and helpless reed.
The one viable legacy is the lucky repertoire of cherished good deeds
The only remembrance the fond remnants of a life well lived
Helpless puppets on a string, indeed
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