Poetry

Consequences

By 27th January 2014December 9th, 2019No Comments

Throw a pebble in the river
Spreading circles to the shore
Rippling outwards from the centre
Disappearing till no more.
So our actions, like the pebble,
Send their ripples, make their waves;
Intermingling all our circles
From our cradles to our graves.
No one knows what’s coming next
Unaware of the effects.
Will this lead to our destruction,
Will salvation be our end?
There’s one thing of which I’m certain;
I will never know, my friend!

Andrew Diamond

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