Of death and eternity
We are living stones,
Made of hardened hearts, soft souls fragile at the same
Life's freckling pushes us ashore
One day boisterous tomorrow so weak to talk...
For the kings, the serfs and all who gulp air, death comes...
Down through relics, times immemorial canvas
They tell me, smile and wait.
Your time is not now...
Of death, and eternity
Should there not be eternity,
Whence shall my weary soul end,
A soul thirsty for newer world
Hunger for greener meals
Stars and dust we are, serenading through life
Through autumns seasonal times
Life's but a walking shadow, only the wise live happily
When this bag of bone is tired,
Then shall my weary giant see the end of the earth'
Of death, and eternity...
We are all living stones
Shadows we are,
When the light comes, our life banishes
When darkness falls upon us, we shiver
And for of all the saddest words remembered of men
"It should have been" pains the heart more
Fellow walking spirits
Live life in a crescendo
Of death, and of eternity
Kareem Itunu Azeez
Friday, February 21, 2020
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