From dust to dust our lives are thrust,
while flames the candle's brief combust.
We leave the shelter of the bay,
unmindful night will follow day,
to launch our voyage, earn a crust.
All nature seems a sage august.
In paths of promises we trust,
not weighing dreams along the way
from dust to dust.
Sunday, April 7, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: age,growth,life and death,nature,stars,voyage,youth