Time passes.....
And still we fail to see
How brief is our mortality;
Days flow
In habitual, mindless haze
Yet always aware
In unconsious ways-
The clock ticks on;
The sun rises,
The sun sets-
Another day lost forever
And still we fail to see
How brief is our mortality;
The baby cries,
The old man dies-
Birth and death,
Life's accomplishments along the way
Mark time by memories;
Always tomorrow comes
Unbidden, endless days
And still we fail to see
How brief is our mortality;
Awake! Toss back the covers of indifference-
Breathe the fragrance of existence,
Savor the banquet of Life,
Visualize the inner beauty of creation-
Listen with a passion of the heart
And feel from the depths of the soul,
For this is our mortality.....
No matter how brief.
Beautiful and lyrical obsevation on the passing of ages, quite complete.
AH, THE DARK SIDE..SHINES SO EVERBRIGHT WITH YOUR MASTERFULL IMAGERY...DOCTOR SAYS: TEN er 'UP! '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''~F. J. R.~'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
Excellent! the sadest and the brief light...........at the end? An inner cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well done Linda. You're a terriffic writer.....! ! ! Keep up the great work. Best regards, Trade.