The Life Of Man Poem by Quentin Sands

In the caccoon of two lovers embrace and ecstasy a minute wounderous bliss of evolution
begins......sometimes unbeknowing by the sheer feasting of pleasure in unison.
Nevertheless what was once a tiny seed implanted in the fertile garden of nature now takes
on
new form; as it grasps out, clinging at the air shrieking, wiggling, stretching as it makes its
presence known to its new world very audibly and triumphantly.

As time spirals quickly foward trials, victories, failures and successes beats upon his spirit
like an African drummer in a low melodic monotonous tune signifying the right of passage
from boy-hood to man-hood. ' Bum-ba-ba Bum, Bum-ba-ba-bum, Bum-ba-ba-bum it goes
ever so louder as it progresses through life's journey.
Steps always moving foward, bound by its audious beat he goes.........but wait......an
unforeseen circumstance or bump in the road causes him to stumble and lose his steps;
He frantically tries to recover, maintains his course and the rythum of life's beat one again.

Then one day as he is basking in the sunlight of the day, enjoying the fruits of his works, he is
summoned by his maker to cease from laboring and making merry to take his eternal rest.
Thus he brings the mourners about the streets, wailing, wearing dark gloomy garments.
Faces of anguish and disbelief fills pews as they pour out their souls in despair as like one
who is without hope as he lies motionless berfore them.
He appears comfortable and at peace facing upward like one who has settled in for the night
upon his bed. He is asked many questions but gives no reply...many gestures are made
towards him, he gives no response.close shouting is made near his head but he pays it no
mind........for he does not have to answer now, because his time for questioning has ended.