Frame Poem by James Ajala

Frame



Frame
Life and times changes
The shape of history is made by men
The pact signed is never endless
Having gone through the circle of life
All that happens is for a sure reason
Life journey has so many roots
Each is given a stem to climb
Some crooked and some smooth
Only the dogged survives
None like the challenges therein
There are always echoes of war and crime
The world has harbor this for generations
And the battle for supremacy has never ceased
As far as man occupies the earth
At the base of life's tail is death
It is a cap that men hate to pull off
It all starts at conception
Time is the keeper of all events that men do
The best thing to do is to carve out a good name
That will stand the test of time when we are all gone.

Monday, April 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: free mind
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