The Mystery Of Loving The Journey Poem by Walter Dapliyan
The Mystery Of Loving The Journey
Nothing I possess
Can last forever.
Nothing except nothing.
Everything I own,
All that I make,
I can not keep;
For my life is not mine.
What good is it to have,
Only to leave it at the end?
For from dust all came,
To dust all return.
But as long as I breath,
I'll breath life's journey.
As long as I think,
I'll think life's mystery.
As long as my heart beats,
I'll love life's love.
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