When The Little Things Poem by Vizo Meyase

The skin that glows;
When that gets wrinkle…

Little thing we called;
Memories: that'll live upon
When it gets faded away…

Ages that used to be young;
When the age starts to get older

Beauty that once yours;
When that'll no longer lingers
Yet, will belong to thee soul.

The hair once that shine;
Little long it'd no more be the same
When it turns grey and falls.

The flesh no more strong;
Not to the strength, once had
When the body declines to be you?

Strange, someday when one gets aged;
They'll say, ‘I didn't recognize you! '
So does we; so to everyone?

Nobody lives forever with time;
Except, perpetuity for a soul
Yet mankind dies; we are nor immortal?

Apart which from, Life teaches us;
To little thing that's a lot enough
With the decade as we live along:

‘Beauty' as said to be faded;
Yet not what we've cherished within?
When these little thing are worth a life.