Mortals Are All Wee Poem by me poet yeps poet

Why Immortality

@82 I still look and live young
When I was born into princeliness
for seven years ate butter apples bananas
eighth year Topsy turvy fate made me a pauper
still lived though meagerly

Gradually used intelligence
to lead a life of aristocracy
enjoyed every moment of good health, food and exercise

Was handsome married at 27, pretty woman
achieved professional success befitting stature and qualifications
later had kids educated and married
became grandparents to four smart ones
two girls, two boys leading a richer life than ours

Visited the hospital only annually for medicals
found fit as per age permits.

I age diseases come on every day's page
but still don't rage
we have to die of some disease
unless hanged by police.

Later as per Shakespeare
we become sans everything
eyes weak teeth fallen breathless and add on
thus my generation why live in desperation

Death is but written why sulk
all elders who we call ancestors
none stayed back to guard nor returned to hold

So realise immortality is for none
but those who say God will come
yes he may for some
but when they pass into time's oblivion
no one will ever god see nor know
remaining will continue to bow.

Believe in mortality
live each day happily
till you don't see the Sun
nor will you know
so do good donate share and help
then silently with the River of life
into the ocean flow as do fish
satisfy your living last wish

Know we all are not immortal