The Inescapable Return
From whence the dust cometh,
Surely thence shall it always return;
Even so would he who this piece writeth
Someday be estranged from the sun.
What mortal thing is it that fadeth not?
None have I found from my quest
—Not even the fairest beauties sought
Would live and never be laid to rest.
O what a life where nothing stays
Beyond the welcome of the temporal:
A transitioning at an uncontrollable pace
To the realms of the endless eternal!
Let him who readeth truly understand:
The inescapable is always at hand.
Copyright © Folajin Ademola | Year Posted 2016
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