Time To Go Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello
Time To Go
Ah, the pride of man unmasked,
When Death upon his door comes knocking.
When weakened arms fail in their task
When eyes, in vision, are failing.
Our time to go is set, without delay.
Truth says"no one lives forever".
As the sun sets at the end of each day,
So the time to die comes not sooner or later.
Age does not stop the man with the sickle,
He has a job to do and he does it promptly.
Whatever their color, he comes for all people
Whose time to go is set eternally.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello - 01.19.18
For sure we cannot stop the man with the sickle, but we can be ready when he comes. Make sure you leave without leaving problems for those left behind and hopefully you have contributed to the betterment of this world that we lived in. Thanks for the reminder Cynthia and a lovely read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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5/9/2024 6:58:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Such a brilliant write... a huge 10+++
Thank you Bernard F. Asuncion