Chants of Mortals
Chants of Mortals
From the first cry out of the womb like a bay window
Life presents a combat zone
Though maternal and puny
The soul knew it was an eternal race
Tick-tack, tick-tack the race began
Moments in life unfolds like a lotus
Laying hold on the peduncle of hope
Each day breeds disquietude
From a child, to the springtime of life, to the withering age
Birth with unbeatable potentials
A time of unrest and a time of peace
A time of defeat and a time of victory
Embodies the vulnerabilities of life until the final breath
Copyright © Ernestine Merenini | Year Posted 2021
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