The Final Ledger Poem by Shuaib Saifi

Whether beauteous or ugly, rich or poor, coward or brave,
Every soul must descend to the peace of the grave.
Why boast of your health, or grow proud of your gold,
When a plain linen shroud is the last thing you'll hold?

The sinner turns pale, catching breath like a child,
By the illusions of life he is no more beguiled.
Yet the true, righteous soul doesn't tremble or fade;
No smile is extinguished, no worry is made.

A good man weeps while the world laughs in glee,
On the day he is born to this brief mortal sea.
He smiles at the end, while the world gathers round
To weep for the light that will rest in the ground.

The tyrant grows bitter, his heart filled with dread,
As the curtain falls low on the life he has led.
He sows only sorrow, and harvests his spite;
The world breathes relief as he steps into night.

Yes, a newborn arrives with a tear in their eye,
While the loved ones look down with a joyous, proud cry.
The true man so lives that when breath fades away,
He smiles in his peace while the rest weep that day.

While others walk blindly, pursuing the wrong,
The true man stands firm, and his spirit stays strong.
He anchors his heart to the Almighty's grace,
Trusted the harvest of time and of space.

He lifts up the heavy, he comforts their pain,
A shield in the storm and a blessing like rain.
He gives them a reason to smile through their fears;
They honor his parting with beautiful tears.

For this world is a dwelling we hold just on lease,
A brief, passing shelter before our release.
We must return home when the landlord commands,
Leaving the keys of this house in His hands.

Will the next home hold joy, or the shadow of grief?
It hinges on deeds in this trial so brief.
Though the closing of life is a dark mystery,
A soul filled with goodness finds true victory.