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The Only Certainty

George Manos
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Sonnet 338 (The Only Certainty)

Don't think you ever know what time will bring
Despite what certainty you think you know
For all your facts are but a fragile thing
Like sturdy trees, away, the wind will blow.

And even mountains, too, one day erode
Today that seem, on earth, invincible
But underneath their realm their end unfold
To us, their majesty most visible.

And ocean waves seem destined for the shore
Not thinking that, one day, they will run dry
But at their banks you only hear their roar
And not one thought their roars become a sigh.

And so our lives more delicate they be
And that this true, the only certainty.

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Sunday, June 17, 2018

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