A/N: Poems into Stories Competition, Sonnet 15: When I consider every thing that grows, William Shakespeare
A Larger Poetry Collection
171. Young and Primed
They were young but they died in their prime:
a towering tower that touched the sun and vanished
before the fall…
If only the tower could have continued growing
past the skies and the stars into the unexplored abyss beyond
but then the erosion would be sure to follow, the crumbling
beneath, so the sky shrunk away and the ground decayed.
They didn't get to witness their child, the seed they'd sown
flower and ripe, but if they had they would have been
old and crumbling to dust themselves.