Making of Mankind
What is a man but his last breath
All that he is he thrives to be
A single soul like a lone wolf
Everything we are we choose to be
A life of obstacles we still persuade
That in a breath life can just end
Without notice losing a friend
They come and go as if yesterday end
Here for a moment in time leaving a mark
We know the kindness of heart they show
Even in life brothers could be brothers
Love rules our existence even til death
Making of man, simplest structural molecule
Two things are certain, to live and die
Soul of a spiritual alien being
The persistence to carry on human race
Always trying to show better for ourselves
To establish our existence of mankind
Where would we be without the other lead
In each one their struggle be same
Time knows no age, some cut short
Some from an endless time still wake
What is it that makes a man his friend
But a man be their own friend in trust
Know what makes us is what changes us
That effort we put forth a lasting memory
A picture painting with flaw
Making of mankind, dust covered graves
Copyright © Steve Harvell | Year Posted 2024
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