A Blessing And A Curse Poem by Sheldon Carruthers

Death devours everything in sight
This is man's plight
What is there to fight for only night
Darkness consumes and all around the sound of angels doth abound
man crowned in glory that will astound
under heaven we are cradled by the earth
what hope have we given at birth
Born to die born to lose what have we left to choose
Misery upon misery loss at what cost
Search your soul and you will find God and the Devil too
In equal measure pain and joy sorrows and blessings on thee bestowed
Where we end up no one knows
We grow we die we fall away
Death devours everything in sight
this is mans worry this is mans plight