On Becoming Immortal
On Becoming Immortal
We’re born and then the hours pass quickly by.
Swift time that waits for no one’s not our friend.
Our lives move fast so one day we will die.
All people know their stint on Earth must end.
The first immortals were in ancient days,
that tested human man with hardships wrought.
Some false immortal gods had loathsome ways,
a boredom with eternity of thought.
What joy on move to higher planes we'll see,
and shed the human form, new things to find.
Beyond the limits of the world to be,
immortal in the deeds we leave behind.
2/19/17
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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