Here Today, Gone Tomorrow Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Man, a puny, finite creature,
Has but a breath of life.
His logic is trifling, unsure-
His strength bound in strife.
Here today, tomorrow gone.
Flesh, like all matter, decays.
Forever's not meant for anyone,
Man lives a set time of days.
Yet loud is his boastful Pride
Vain is his moment's laughter.
True as the heaven's far and wide-
No man, however strong, lives forever.

Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~02.18.15

'You have made my days a mere handbreadth;
the span of my years is as nothing before you.
Each man's life is but a breath.'
PSALM 39: 5