Segments

Segments.
Slices.
Slices
of time.
Worlds
existed.
Lives
lived.
Stories
told.
Unique.
Different
actors.
Different
stories.
All
played out.
Real.
All real.
As real
as now.
To them,
as real
as now
to us.
Segment
after
segment.
Actors
come,
actors
go.
Only the
stories
remain.
Told
again and
again.
Millennium
ago.
Millennium
from now.
Actors
act.
Stories
played
out.
Lovers
loved.
Babies
cried.
Sun
rose
and set.
All real
then fade.
Fade
away.
All important.
Then not.
Just 
fade away.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

We are insignificant in the bigger picture. Here one minute, gone the next. One day people will view the way we lived with astonishment, just like I do when I see pictures of Victiorian slums and the poverty. The poverty never seems to go though, does it? Happy New year.

Chris

[E.J. Waling]

Unfortunately not. Thank you for reading my work.
Happy New Year

[John the Baptist]

Change is the engine of the physical universe. it does, however, seem to make individual lives seem meaningless. Perhaps, in the end, there is only one life, changing garments repeatedly.

[E.J. Waling]

“in the end, there is only one life, changing garments repeatedly.” So it would seem. Thanks for reading JtB