The Thin Brown Line

The most humbling thought just came to me

That everything we do, feel, and see

Will one day compress to a line the width of a pea

Yes, all the plastic, concrete, and nuclear waste

The sweet emotions and donuts you ever did taste

In a thin earthen line, they will all be encased

Now the dino’s they played for millions of years

Wiped from existence without even time for tears

Sadly, humans may last only thousands, ask the very best seers

Please think of this story when you are frustrated and sad

For time will make ash of all that is good and bad

Maybe even one day you’ll make an archeologist most glad

So our tale gives heed about putting stock in the future

For this, that, and everything now will be tied into a thin Earthen suture