Dust...

The fleeting days
Pass into an endless chain,
The brevity of life
Becomes obscured
By passing fancies
Which seem in retrospect
Irrelevant,
And in the end,
The whole 'adventure'
Is but an excercise
In pure futility,
A dust to dust
Arrangement
Devised by gods
Bored with infinity...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz