One Day
ONE DAY
one day my role on the stage of life would be done
And the curtain of death would be drawn.
One day
Time won’t stop to mourn me.
All that would be left of me would be the history of my memories
Where i would be,
I do not know.
One day
I will bid farewell to this passing world
As you all continue the journey of life.
We all live a life owned by death.
As we live, we do so to pay off death.
One day
The world won’t even remember the remnants of my name.
The world would be the same
With or without me.
What are we? Just busy ants that march from the cradles of birth
to their eternal homes, their graves.
One day
There will be a party right next to my corpse,
And there i will understand when we say
humans only show love to what talks and breathes no more.
A poem by Ojoo Isaac
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
