So it Goes
Rolf's Poems and Pictures
Posted on by Rolf Stavig
So it Goes
And so it goes.
Absolutes don’t absolve us.
No one is nobody.
Ants and insects work with molds and fishes and arachnids,
So sensitive
To what we are blithe and blind to.
We are unable to pay proper attention to beauty.
Prices raised and wasted before the heavenly gate
Has a chance to open and welcome us,
More by demise than by achievement.
Such is how the sadness of night pays its toll,
Throwing change in the bin, driving on.
By Rolf Stavig
3/22/2025
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