Moths
Moths
By Rich Reith
Living God-sent innocence,
Each day filled with smells and sounds.
In recess, we are breathless
As youths blissfulness abounds.
Dark porches, Tiki torches,
Moths flying into the flames.
Sneak a peek in hide and seek-
Life and laughter all the same.
Tiny paces.. Life displaces
The safe periphery of our world..
And child inside quietly died
As innocence and reality swirled.
Inexorably, horribly,
Idealism now tattered cloth.
Head bowed low, we finally know
In the end, we are all moths.
©Copyright September 2008 by Richard Reith.
By Rich Reith
Living God-sent innocence,
Each day filled with smells and sounds.
In recess, we are breathless
As youths blissfulness abounds.
Dark porches, Tiki torches,
Moths flying into the flames.
Sneak a peek in hide and seek-
Life and laughter all the same.
Tiny paces.. Life displaces
The safe periphery of our world..
And child inside quietly died
As innocence and reality swirled.
Inexorably, horribly,
Idealism now tattered cloth.
Head bowed low, we finally know
In the end, we are all moths.
©Copyright September 2008 by Richard Reith.
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