Life Is... Poem by Eric Ekinde

somedays i just wana cry
wen i see haw all is gone dry
not better as the fish we fry
our toils are fruitless, yet are told to try n try.

...wats the need toiling
wen at death even a king
goes with nothing.
my friends, life is but a fling

lets do those we can
n 2 God leav the rest.
wen best we can
for he alone knows the best.

just yesterday again
i was told a man passed away
as dose the sun and the rain
so wen blows the wind, lest follow its sway.

for, for good its wheels turn
and us will lead to God above
where the furnace our bodies wont burn
as we enter into his presence with love.