September 30, 2009

Every Thing:

Every Thing:

Every thing we wanted.
Every thing we find.
Every thing we lost.
Will someday be tossed.

Every thing we made.
Every thing we had.
Every thing we gave.
Nothing will be saved!

Every thing we love.
Every thing we hate.
Every thing we say.
Time will wash away.

Every thing we dreamed.
Every thing we became.
Every thing we learned.
Will fit into that urn.

Copyright ©2003 Ellis William Moore


ElizabethR said...

Wow! I think that about says it all.

Lynn said...

I had something go horribly wrong with a printing job for my biggest client and it was something that needed to be mailed out right then. I went over with hat in hand to tell them about it - the decision maker said "Five years from now it won't matter and it's neither my fault or yours, so let's move on." Thank goodness for the hourglass of time in which "bad" things are forgotten.

I do get where you are coming from in your poem - my sister had a meltdown the last time we had a house clear-out day at the family home. She broke down at unplugging the caller ID phone - looking at the last calls made to and from there September 2009. So sad.

TALON said...

I think there's a lot of truth in that, but then I see a photo of a family memory from a generation ago...and the notes written on the back and they come alive maybe we do live on in little bits and pieces...

JamieDedes said...


Yes indeed. You are a realist, Ellis. That's a good thing ...


desk49 said...

Okay Thanks

Good for that Boss. I hope she is better after unploging the phone.

A Person once told me that as long as someone remembers something about you, you'll live forever.
God I hope so, I think.

October 1, 2010 10:39 AM

I try to be. Nevertheless, like everything it is in the eye of the beholder.

... Paige said...


desk49 said...

... Paige said...dude!
October 2, 2010 5:23 PM

Okay strange comment but thanks??

Snaggle Tooth said...

When last I was here reading of snow falling, my connection failed n so I didn't comment- n was out of time!

This reminds me of my brother who believes all we have is something we'll someday have to throw away- so he throws stuff out before it needs to be! (I hang onto stuff I like tho)

I believe however, the art we weave may get to endure!

Sara said...

Ellis --

Every thing in that urn
If released, will return
And become another's turn
To have a lifetime to learn:~)

I loved your poem, but I had to do something with that urn. I just couldn't let it sit on someone's curio shelf, with all those lessons trapped inside. I hope you understand:~)

desk49 said...

Yes the snow is still falling.
I'm with you keep everything you can and make someone ease clean it up.

No problem urn's are for ashes, have fun before you get there. Who knows you might come back. Maybe that is hell.

Jannie Funster said...

It is great all the bad stuff fades away, but I think the love we give lives on.

I like the visual very much. Is the poem actually on that, or photoshopped on?

have a great evening.


JamieDedes said...

... for good or ill, indeed it is ... :-)

Have a wonderful week, Ellis.

Wendy said...

To live in the hearts of others is never to die.

A great quote I found for a friend who lost her sister to cirrhosis (at age 37) recently. I have to believe it.

Personally, I'm with ya all the way - up till the last line... :)

desk49 said...

The love we teach others to give lives longer.
Copy and paste. On the visual.

I’ll try and past a more happy one soon. Okay

True but then the urn is but a symbol.

Count Sneaky said...

I think what we may say, if we are not all ultimately nihilists, is that time is an illusion and only the present moments exist. In them, the awareness of them, and not in the future or past is there any existence except that represented by the urn.

desk49 said...

Thanks A little slow am I, it took me time to get what you were saying. Sorry