© 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr
Life is a flute of champagne.
We are the twinkling bubbles
Spattering into oblivion at the top.
We are born,
We rise through life’s events
Then we burst.
But new bubbles always replace us,
For the moment.
Life is the tip of an ancient wave
In an ocean with no known shores.
How it started and where it crashes
No one knows.
Its lip is all the life that is
Its wake is all the life that was.
When all that is becomes all that was
The wave will be gone,
Along with anyone to remember it.