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It is True
Nothing is new.
It is true, nothing is new
Only impersonation
Doing it in duplicate
Is a different equation.
Existence is an adage
Referred to as life
Being is experiencing
Happiness and strife.
What takes place in the race
Or who should come to pass
It is possibly an illusion
How long does life last.
Can I elucidate
Or know the reason why
I live, love and laugh out loud
Then break down and cry.
While I prevail, I will sail
And billow with the breeze
I’ll be part of the cosmos
All without guarantees.
Trips and falls are trials
Take place and transpire
Seeking sanctity in love
Earth, water, wind, and fire.
If I knew the number
Or held the master plan
Would it make a difference
To the mystery of man.
©
David Rudder
June 2025
Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.
