Monday, September 03, 2007

Death

Reminded again
As I walk
Along damp dark streets
Of life’s frailty
It’s fleeting fickle nature
And how death can strike
Wherever, whenever it likes
Reminded again
By soft crunch, snail underfoot

2 comments:

ish said...

Isn't it ironic that there are times when nothing could seem so robust and boundless?

Pod said...

poor little snail. i have often wondered how it would feel without a shell