Why?
Does everyone chase money..
It’s an illusion..
Power become an all encompasing need
Then it slips through your fingers
Material , the houses, the cars, the clothes
All temporary, fleeting..then
Gone
This world is changing, fluid
Nothing is as it seems
Lost are the dreams of youth
Caught up in a whirlwind of the now
Not even memories can remain
Untouched
A month..a day..a hour..
Then gone..
The only thing left is this very moment..
Only a smile..
Only a hug..
Only a touch..
Live each moment as if that is all you have..
Because it..
Is..

An Original Poem by H R Beebe 2017