Death; the recompense of man on earth
His arch enemy right from birth.
What a transient existence we’ve got on earth,
Before the true identity begins to unearth;
When death awakens to receive our debt.
Ancient bigwigs are gone,
Transmuted into the afterlife; a life beyond.
They’ve all dissipated into thin air,
Like the great historic paleozoic era
In no minute they crossed over the river.
Man’s timed existence is like the flower
Glowing in the day but at night it wither.
What a poor viviparous organism is man.
MAN: speedy Morning Afternoon and Night.
Born today, die tomorrow,
leaving relics to be studied
by archeologists of sorrow.
Living to witness today isn’t a certification
Of seeing the mysterious morrow.
It’s a truth saying:
“the dead weeping over the dead”
Mourners lamenting over mourners”
Sooner or later, we shall all be goners.
For in this world, we are all sojourners,
Traveling and Scrutinizing it like examiners.
The ephemerality seems attached to destiny,
Rationale behind time ranges in mortality.
Man is nothing but a walking dead; lifeless soul
Reaping the reward of death which his progenitors sowed.
Walking about till he gets cast into the his final home.
Lifeless Soul
Samson Jonathan
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 09/17/2020
Poet's note: The fugacity of man’s extancy.
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