A walk on the beach
and in a short time
footprints in the sand
shall wash away.
Expand a rubber band,
to its extreme and it
snaps in half.
The bubble blown up
pops and it’s gone
as if it never was.
The nature of physics
shall have its way.
Things are born,
things grow old
and worn. Every
thing eventually
fades away.
Even mountains of
granite cannot escape.
I have managed to
advance to seventy-five
years of age.
Many memories I
have retained in
my time. And when
I’m gone every place
I have been, every
person I have known,
every happening
to me shall
shall over time
disintegrate.
Not even the
indelible ink
and acid-free
premium bond I
write upon today
is impermeable
enough to
preserve me.
-30-
Chris Hanch 7-26-2022
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