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