Memento Mori

A view to the future.

I stumble my awkward way,

I accidentally step on an ant.

Small be it as it may,

For her the event still is grand.

God forbid me stepping under

A speeding car at a zebra crossing.

Yet still this kind of thunder

Can happen without much fussing.

It’s all relative in the end.

Be it me dead or the ant.

Why is my fear so much greater,

When the elements to both of us cater.

In seven billion years

The Sun the Earth might absorb.

This can bring us to tears

Or leave placid the orb.

Memento mori.

Panta rhei.

Take care,

Helena Smole, author of:

– a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships

– Balancing the Beast, a book offering a bright view of schizoaffective disorder ˗ bipolar or manic-depressive type