By A.S. Coomer
Nothing in its rightfully owed splendor
Birds chirp for themselves,
bookworms gobble words for themselves.
It’s all for naught
or selfish plunder,
which amounts to much of the same:
Nothing for nothing’s sake.
Bio: A.S. Coomer is a native Kentuckian serving out a purgatorial existence somewhere in the Midwest. His work has appeared in over thirty publications. He’s got a handful of novels that need good homes.
4 thoughts on “Nothing”
So if it’s only for us, for ourselves, are we nothing? I do t think people are all that selfish. I believe we do do things for other people’s sake. We take care of each other and that is something.