The Mortal Cycles Poem by Joseph Williams

The Mortal Cycles



I am born within the gentle lights of morning
And raised anew with virtue and peace
As I live and laugh in the warmth of afternoon
I know that I must to join the dying dusk of day

To be born, to live and to die is this life's guiding hand
Yet it is this brevity in our destinies that give us meaning
For while the mortal cycles of day cannot be bartered
It is the immortal soul of man that will never fall dark

Monday, May 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death,mortality,soul,time
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Susan Williams 18 May 2019

too bad more people don't take better care of their immortal soul

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