Reflection On My Mortality Poem by Ivan Brooks Sr

Why I'm here and doing things
and making long futuristic plans
Adorning my mortal body with furs and rings
Why am I rushing to acquire titles to lands
knowing I will soon grow old
wither away and someday die
Leaving the warmth and be buried in the cold
Why I'm I here trying to pacify my lie
Knowing this life is just a brief candle in the wind
And knowing I don't even own it alone sucks
Yes I never come to the realism and make up my mind
That whentime is up I wont be saved by my bucks
So why can't I fold my hands and throw in the towel
Yet I do all in my might to fight till the final hour
Circumventing the ruleseven when ill health whistles a foul
Is it the fighter in me or my ego that has the staying power?
The answer lies in the question as I reflect on my mortality
Maybe I'm a great ball of energy passing through this temporal phase of life
Or an Angel to bless or a vessel to channel or just a man in reality
The answer will come when I sit reflecting on my mortality all by myself.