Perpetual motion


Perpetual Motion
By: Bill Newkirk
Some folks talk for hours, days, months, even years.
Without knowing for sure if anyone is listening.
They might have shared their hopes and fears.
All their joys and tears they'd shed
Maybe wrote them down, and prayed they're read.
Words do have a meaning you know.
When placed in the right order, they seem to flow.
Like a river searching for the ocean.
Those words live on in perpetual motion.
The folks who write these words hope and pray.
That their words will be heard.
And forever stay interred.
In at least one mind.
And at last, find the ocean.

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