Life Is But A Walking Shadow Poem by Imafidon Mac Henry

I live. You live. We live to die.
A day will come that the stream will cease to flow.
The sun, the stars and the moon will run to hide.
The wind will cease to blow.
For life is but a walking shadow.

Honour will be buried in pits of pity,
For what's beauty but a fading flower?
What's mansion but a sinking soil?
What then is life when hope seems lost?
Hope for tomorrow but don't hope for life,
Because in every life comes the venom of death.

For tomorrow will come
When eyes are tired of seeing
And ears of hearing
When we are assembled in the middle of two roads
And we meet death face to face
For what's life but chasing after the wind?