though we come from dirt
we act as if we are the masters
of the world we came from
though we are dust
we act as if we are steel
and nothing will stop us
when we die our bones know
where we came from
and they return us to our begining
as the preacher man says
'Ashes to ashes, dust to dust'
and so we are returned to our humble start
I like this. As Scarlett says - great insight. My ego should take note!
Dust thou art, and to dust thou shalt return - how true, and one ever studies about the bones dug up...there is never any flesh left, is there...and eventually the bones will go too. Good insight, here, KK. Thanks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is insightful and puts us all in our place, so to speak. In the short time we're given, however, what better way to spend it than in denial of where we are all headed?