Life Is Like A Wind Poem by Bonaventure Onuabuchi

All the life's like a wind!
What makes men merely day dreamers-
That which we claim'est most we do not own,
But what we dread'est becomes everyman's boss.
Life's like a caterpillar becomes a butterfly,
And where beyond grip and sight it may will'est fly.
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All the life's like a wind!
And no man's art subdues its blow.
Nor through act the boss be dispossed.
Wisdom beckons every art and act to create a banquet,
And nurture this fading phase.
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All the life's like a wind!
Why men's grief at a butterfly's flight for greener pasture?
But I, amidst mourners on duty,
Should envy that man whose rest has assumed a throne-
Not to outweep my depressed fate,
Since this state must one day decay.
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For all the life's a wind-
We need no mourning whither it blows!