Flashlights abandoned,
Beams still shining,
Will eventually burn out.
Popsicles dropped,
Sticks firmly encased,
Will eventually melt.
Eyes focused distantly
Into a bounty of darkness
Will eventually close.
Live.
Chris Hancock 7-8-9
"Every pursuit, no matter what its stated end, has at its foundation purpose, survival, growth, and renewal." John Steinbeck
