Lost amidst the joy of birth,
The smiles, the laughter,
The cigars being passed out,
The numerous good intentions,
The cards and letters,
The phone calls and well wishes,
Is the unmentionable truth,
The child, will one day cease to be.
Lost amidst the tears of death,
The sorrow and the pain,
The floral arrangements,
The numerous good intentions,
The cards and letters,
The phone calls and well wishes,
Is a simple truth.
A human soul is now at peace in paradise,
Such is the human condition.
7/14/12 Alton Texas
We have to stop and take stock of life from time to time or it will pass us by too, too quickly, a well written piece,
The alpha and omega of life. A brief interlude and we're gone. Well thought out-made me pause and reflect
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A straight to the point write - bang on truth, and so well penned.