Nothing Is Strange Poem by Tony Adah

Though we may be so powerful
And rich
So strong and boastful
Though we may shout our
Unbounded possessions
And think that nothing will
Ruffle our wealth;
We are but roaming shadows on earth
Soon the night comes
And we disappear.

Though we think the earth our home
All its expanse our property
We are but drops of water
On a leaf's blade
Soon the sun rises
And all dries up in the breeze.

We may stand tall like the mountain
Hard as a rock
Soon the crusher comes
And dust we become.

We may prove tough as tendons
When the pounder comes
We are beaten to pulp
We have seen people
We have seen things
Nothing is strange.