Our Sojourn On Earth Ii Poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

It’s tragic how one’s Life dost go,
Be it fast, be it slow,
Days of happiness, days of gloom,
Laughter or crying in each room.

Experiences and Moods are suffered by all,
In Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall,
Hours do pass, fast or slow,
From our Birth, till our Time to Go.

How we spend our time on Earth,
In Sadness, Bitterness, Joy or Mirth,
Is known by HIM in advance,
But to us ~ only by chance.

We should all try to be good,
Live each day, as we should,
Lay Foundations and History,
For our Heirs, to relate to thee.

How else will others know how we’ve lived,
On this Earth where our sojourn was brief?
What we’ve done, and why we were here,
To have lived our lives, for so many years?

© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 22 April 2006