Separate But Together Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

From the moment we encounter living we encounter death.

The breath of life is given for duration of time we will never determine on our own.

History of earth's domain reminds the flesh from whence it came from.

Preserved in time we perpetuate living to condition our minds for things in life.

Whole and gifted we gain the insight of this world to forge our path of dreams.

Just as vapor is seen in a moment in time so are our footsteps.

One day is like a thousand; a thousand is like one day we have rehearsed.

Plans of qualified days with unqualified time are hidden in our thoughts of deceased memories.

Social economics conditions of injustice that divide the land merge each speech in time.

Chinese, Norwegians, Russians, Canadians, Italians, and Americans no one is exempt from it.

In the silence of living we hear cries of imprisoned voices only to dismiss the cries.

Time and chance was created for all; love is a forgotten domestic prisoner.

Separate but together we exclude life on our own terms to justify love.

Written by Theodore Mosley

November 13,2018