A Puff Of Dust Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

We cover our faces and sanitize,
and keep our fingers from our eyes.

We keep our distance and squirm like worms,
afraid to catch another's germs!

We think we're something when we're not,
and boast of ourselves as a special lot.

We brag about bodies that will not rust,
and forget we are but a puff of dust!

© Loyd C Taylor, July 2021

Genesis 2: 7, And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.
Psalm 8: 4 What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?
James 4: 14, Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.