From Dust To Dust… - Poem by spiritual seeker
To this dust,
Will return all,
the strong and weak,
Rich and poor,
Kings and servants.
In this dust,
Untold stories had ended,
Of happiness and sadness,
Of success and failures.
O pride, O greed, where are you now?
These mountains of gold and silver,
Gathered endlessly days and nights,
With no wright and wrong,
When eyes lost it's lustre,
Can I exchange for another breath?
O fragile life,
To You I must return,
And when lips touch the dust,
Only regrets for the forgetful and arrogant.
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