With the hot sun daily appearing, <br />the beauty of the glittering stars at night, <br />the wind dancing through the leaves <br />it seems as if every thing is caught, <br /> <br />as if existence is mere rejoicing <br />in which insects, birds and people are frolicking, <br />as if we are in a world that is only waiting <br />for bigger glory with each coming day <br /> <br />as if our lives are not measured out <br />to mere existence, as if time can last eternally, <br />as if time itself is missing, <br />only is something fleeting that we experience, <br /> <br />as if everything is caught in the here and now, <br />in that which we experience and live through, <br />the feelings in the heart, <br />the principles of loving <br /> <br />but reality <br />is filled with heartache, <br />illnesses, suffering and pain <br />with our youth that disappears, <br /> <br />there is grey coming to our hairs, <br />the beauty of our faces, <br />our bodies decay with the years <br />and time is measured out for every one <br /> <br />until when our lives suddenly <br />or gradually comes to a end, <br />where each one of us decays <br />like just another wilting flower. <br /> <br />[Reference: “daar is geen tyd” (“there is no time”) by Breyten Breytenbach.]<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mere-existence-in-answer-to-breyten-breytenbach/
