Above the Clouds
We’re born, we live, we die
But up here there are no lies;
The fluffy cotton balls below
As we hear the engine’s roar
Somehow remind us
That this life is but a tour
Whether first class or coach
The ONE who really knows
Won’t tell
Because the truth may encroach
Upon the many, many things…
And things…
That we insist we hold and keep…
As time goes on we see and see…
That closest love and destiny
Exists within those clouds below
Those clouds we see but never hold;
So much like life
Diane Findlen Garrow
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