The Soul Poem by Bernedita Rosinha Pinto

In the greatness of a cry
a child announces his arrival on earth;
suddenly his crawling into footsteps turn,
he starts to run, think and learn
he stops to smile and serious becomes his grin,
education, books, his involvement
years of it refines him to be professional
in his work, his attitude, his pursuits;
love he accepts as his necessity,
his children he directs to be better than him
suddenly his limbs feel a rigormortis
time to rest and depart from this world he thinks,
he sighs, he re-adjusts his priorities
age, years, all friends, discard his proximity
yet he does not give up his integrity
he holds on to courage and crutches
sometimes the walking stick his support,
nothing lures him from his objectivity
he will wait for that morning or evening
or even perhaps that night
when silently he will surrender his soul
to the quietness of immortality
without a fight, without an argument
without an alternative to survive or live on;
the soul shall carry him to rest
away from the turbulent actions of life
which while he lived he hated to accept
which while he lived he waited to repose his soul
that longed to be in a haven of placidity.