Greenwood Hopewell

Poem written by Greenwood Hopewell, MA.

Photo by Loe Moshkovska on

~1 min read.

21st May, 2019

Our feet stick because we are stuck to the

A reminder to humanity that we are family

Tiny pieces of energy moving across a
single platform we call Earth

The occasional leap towards the outer edge

And the ability to lift ourselves against a
force that takes us back to where we belong

We can never leave because this is our home

We belong in the living room of life

Sharing our table with every other living

As we grow and wither

And remain

The earth absorbs us into its core

So that we become the ground

As we walk, we stick, our feet stuck to the

Like solid particles preparing to dance the
final waltz

We play music

We close our eyes to the sweetest melody as

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Published by Chinedu ikechukwu

A writer, a teacher and a comedian.

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