Between Life And Death Poem by Timothy Faboade

Between Life And Death

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Tiny is the thread
That links life and death
A second there is Life
A swift in Fate brings a knife
That shreds the weak link
Then the boat of Life sinks.

Wailing ends the sweet birth
When the old child wears the shirt
Morning's joy ends in the night.
Are Life and Death not a knitted mirth?
Life bends under Death's Might
In a twinkle of an eye like a slave.

Grey and green trees bow
To the wind then and now.
Yes, they never rise again
And they know all is in vain.
The fragile thread has been cut
The cutting is like a cracking nut.

It makes body and soul part ways
Each goes its own destined way
One underground plods its way
The other into the sky flies away
That marks the end of life
For the end death never strives.

The mouths that sing and praise
Alas! Also lament, cry and wail
All when the weak thread is cut
The wholeness of life has one but
Which makes it so undesirable
And those who lean on it inviable

Weaker and weaker it becomes despite
Our lucid failed effort to end the fight
And meditate between Life and Death
Perhaps the two can give a notice
And man no longer will appear a novice
When Death comes with its death.

Sunday, March 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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