Our Lots Birth To Death

OUR LOTS .... BACK TO THE LORD In ignorance we came from the kingdom we knew not. To the world of no choice where we live and sojourn with our choice not We embraced our fate and stay true to our lots We cried, laughed, wept, sweated before we acquire plots Luck smiled on us we built structures of various sorts We were happy to know times days and date and learnt never to be late Mom taught us love and dad preached against hate We had friends with age and we called them mates We had our moments till we parted ways and embraced our fate Time days and dates became cruel because they made us aged We went a while with grey hair in confined space We shiver at news of departure of mates and trembled at the site of spades Death kept knocking ready to take us male and female The dreaded visited and no way to plead Our bones are weak and sick and no strength to flee Silently but painfully we gave up the fight as we watch with bleed Loved ones and enemies we left with news that wouldn't please Taken back to a piece of our plot Stopped feeding from the pots Time to fall back to the early lots Skin and bones left to rot Caged and sealed with rods This is the end of the race we run Time to go back to our Lord. Rest in peace till we meet at the other side of the bridge. ( FM CONCEPTUAL ???)