Man, a puny, finite creature,
Has but a breath of life.
His logic is trifling, unsure-
His strength bound in strife.
Here today, tomorrow gone.
Flesh, like all matter, decays.
Forever's not meant for anyone,
Man lives a set time of days.
Yet loud is his boastful Pride
Vain is his moment's laughter.
True as the heaven's far and wide-
No man, however strong, lives forever.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~02.18.15
'You have made my days a mere handbreadth;
the span of my years is as nothing before you.
Each man's life is but a breath.'
PSALM 39: 5
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb and a wonderful kind of poem