hezekiah iliya

The Day I Die

In all my wealth
I can’t control health
It grips my mind
Like a thief from behind

What is beauty if it fades away?
How long will I last till that day?
Who will be to see that day?
Both rich and poor will face my way

In days I lie
But now like wasted pie
Will that day delay
With gold and power to the ground I lay

In peace and sorrow
My life is borrowed
What will be its gain?
Will it cause me pain?

Today my borrowed life returned
What will he say at my turn?
Will I be thrown amongst thorns?
That day will surely come

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 11, 2011

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