Rock and roll

There’s a well known and a true saying, “People come and go”. None is a constant here. No one is hand picked to be a part of life and no one can be held back. In everyone’s own sweet time and place, we get to be part of each other’s lives.

Our names, possessions accumulated, are just but an identity created here. It wasn’t conceived when we were born and in all probability will be forgotten when we leave.

If we were to appear in the same form would we be graciously accepted or fearfully ignored? The inevitable doors of death is a humble equaliser for us all. What we choose to do while we are here, is upon us, before the exit, timely or untimely. It isn’t then for us whine that we weren’t given a chance.

Ready to rock and roll albeit any expectations.

When sea waters turn,

To shore, can we distinguish,

One drop from other?

Form :- Haibun ( Combination of prose and Haiku)

Soft wave of blue ocean on sandy beach. Background.
P.C :- Shutterstock

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Ma’am for hosting Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 138. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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