The Ruins

A tale of Two Legends

Once a stately pyramid, now a hieroglyphic,
Once a brilliant mind, now the ruins,
Ravished by the weather and the people,
Deconstructed by disease,
Once a prosperous farmer, now a stick plow behind an ox,
Once a proud exec, now a crumpled mass.

Once the pyramids stood, noble and proud,
The pharaohs to honour, the people to praise,
An Empire of awe to outlast all of the days
To stand in the place of the The Ruins.

Once she stood statuesque, in form and in mind,
Formidable, strong, beauteous and able,
She commanded obedience and love, ever so stable.
Life was good then but now she’s The ruins.

Pharaohs and generals grew pompous and weak
And the enemies came and they ravished the land,
The people took pieces to build their own stand
And turned the pyramid into The Ruins.

It was nothing she did that caused her demise,
An invisible force invaded and tore her apart
From the inside and utterly broke her heart
And turned her into The Ruins.

Once a stately pyramid, seen from space,
Once a human gem, solid at her base,
Crumbling stone fallen into the ruins,
Crumbling self falling into the ruins.
Nothing is forever, nothing stays the same,
But Honesty and Love will forever have their name.

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In my travels, my friends and I visited the great pyramids in Egypt. Etched on the underground walls were coloured stick images of men in loin cloths manning a stick plow behind oxen.
Then, while driving south along the Nile, we actually saw thin men manning hand plows behind oxen. (1963)

While travelling through life with my vibrant and very healthy bride, we gave birth to three children. Later, when ravished by Alzheimer’s I witnessed the wreck of a beautiful body and a wonderful, loving mind.

The changes in both cases were stark and unbearable.

Sorry to leave you with such a downer, but both cases have left an amazing legacy, for which we are so much better off. Be strong, be well.

CREDIT: http://laurasomewhereintheworld.blogspot.ca/