And thus life carries on, carries on.
You will read these lines prhaps tonight,
Moon shining brave and bright.
Or tomorrow, when grey clouds veil the sky.
The city awakens to each new day of pleasure or pain.
Crowds gather in the cool gardens; that's how
I remember it used to be. The tombs of kings
Brought home the need to live life urgently;
That life can crumble, that names can be erased
Like leaves falling on the ground.
We walk in our memories;
But when will we be forgotten?
For how long will we be the subject of people's talk?
As you read these lines, life carries on, carries on.
Watch the sun go down, do no wrong.
Eat the bread of simplicity;
Reflect, sing life's song.
Copyright: Rani Turton
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