Purpose For Living Poem by Phineas Molale

Here on earth I am an orphan
And my corpse for burial deserves no coffin
Nor cremate it to dust and ashes
Neither do or create for me fancy hashes
But wrap and keep thee to light
The cloth shall rain from God all white
And you human of red blood shall hark back
With no falsifying brainstorming attacks

The congregation shall mourn for a while
Like a maple radiated by sun rays
Living with memories and yet so fragile
They shall rejoice and sing hymns of praise
With a blink of eye, it's all over
My purpose for living is done