Bubbles grow on spume topped waves,
Crashing down towards the beach below,
Or, blown by bubble-gum chewing kids
Splattering their cheeks within the burst,
Or sudsing the machine wash as it spins
Splashing soapy cleansing to the clothes.
These are the bubbles of our lives, here now
Then gone within a moment, burst forever.
Whether we believe or doubt it matters not,
But life is one great bubble of its own.
It starts to burst from that first day it's blown
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