The Brevity Of Existence Poem by ENOCH JOHN

And slowly now, disappears the glow
As setting sun 'neath the horizon sinks;
A splurge of scattered golden dust it leaves
Across the hemisphere of hope.

And life's ethereal promises
Disappear like flimsy shadows
Down the broad walk of time
In fleeting parting gestures.

Now the wind stirs the leaves
In sulky remembrance of ageing glory;
A span of time, but small,
From the cradle to the grave.

So life has winked at humanity,
Then strong, now weak;
His slender frame, a stark reminder
Of the brevity of existence.