Ripples

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Aug 27, 2018 

We enter
this realm,
like a pebble 
into a
pond.
Immediately 
we leave 
ripples.
As we 
move along,
the ripples
grow
interacting 
with other
ripples 
an ocean 
of ripples.
Our ripples 
commingle
influence.
Cascading 
influence 
over time.
Positive ripples 
or 
negative, greedy
ripples.
Which will we
leave behind?
In the end,
will it be 
about power
and money, 
or,
the ripples 
of kindness 
that will change 
it all, and
reflect 
well
on our
passage.

 

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