Flesh and bones’

“We are but flesh and bones” so beautiful, could think on this for days. Enjoy a beautiful poem. Does love make us greater than flesh and bones?


Flesh and bones

(Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.)

I fell from the top of the mountain.

I stood with so many victories.

I realized too late.
They don’t mean too much.

Beautiful young woman sitting between my legs.

She looked up.
Told me, “It don’t matter anyway.

We are only flesh and bones.”

I sat by the ocean.

Watching the her  power and  beauty.

The ocean is heartless.

So dangerous and tempting.

Woman with sad eyes sat with me.

She wished she was a better person.

I told her.

We are but flesh and bones.

In time we will fade away to distance memories.

I gave everything away.

I roamed with the poets and the musicians.

We sat late into the night together on lonely Monterey beaches.

Drinking and talking of things that was and were to be.

The singer sang a…

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