The Spiral of Smoke
Life is spiral of smoke flying to nowhere
What lives after a man is dead is emptiness
The latency of life flies away as the spirit
Back to where it came from
The worldly world remain behind with a casket
And a few tales and stories
To be retold exaggerated or down played
There is no more glory, valor or beauty
What counts is the total deeds one performed
To fellow humans and the world in totally
Possessions and titles are but nothing
Footprints will be erased by the blowing wind
Or even washed by the torrents of rain
Man live to love others
Live decently and meaningfully human
For you live only once
There is no repeat nor trial
Copyright © Bulinya Martins | Year Posted 2012
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