LIFE AND DEATH – My take (2)
(My two cents, for what it’s worth)
The Grim Reaper strikes
when the time is ripe
"Your turn,'' says he
"has just arrived"
Not all your prayers
nor all your tears
Can make him change
half of his mind
No place to run to
nowhere to hide
No one to challenge
His indomitable might
Life's a merry-go-round
of joy and sorrow
Happy today
and sad tomorrow
So enjoy the pleasure
and suffer the pain
That’s life my friend
it’s all in the game
And when death raises
its ugly head
And shows you the door
it’s time to go
...time to go
Sunday, June 03, 2018
LIFE AND DEATH – My take (1)
(My two cents, for what it’s worth)
We’ve had our day
and we’re on the way
Oblivion, here we come
when the day is done
Born today and
gone tomorrow
That’s the way
the story goes
No restore points
and no reboots
No reinstalls
and no more oops
Good times, bad times
the medicine and the wine
They come and go
like a revolving door
Carnivals and funerals
heaven and 'ell
Victories and defeats
life’s bittersweet
Just keep breathing till
the heart stops beating
When your number's up
it's lights out, you're history
So wail no more and
rail no more
Hark! The next generation
is knocking on the door!
(My two cents, for what it’s worth)
We’ve had our day
and we’re on the way
Oblivion, here we come
when the day is done
Born today and
gone tomorrow
That’s the way
the story goes
No restore points
and no reboots
No reinstalls
and no more oops
Good times, bad times
the medicine and the wine
They come and go
like a revolving door
Carnivals and funerals
heaven and 'ell
Victories and defeats
life’s bittersweet
Just keep breathing till
the heart stops beating
When your number's up
it's lights out, you're history
So wail no more and
rail no more
Hark! The next generation
is knocking on the door!
Friday, May 25, 2018
LIFE by Arthur Kyi
Life is just a bridge that spans
‘Twixt cradle and the grave
First ‘tis the child’s then ‘tis the man’s
Turn to become its slave
‘Tis but a person’s certain measure
Of a certain length of time
Containing happiness, sorrows, pleasures,
With each self-centred “mine”
Of a certain length of time
Containing happiness, sorrows, pleasures,
With each self-centred “mine”
For each of us with tears and a cry
We leave our mother’s womb
To live, to experience sorrow and joy
Till with tears we enter our tomb
We leave our mother’s womb
To live, to experience sorrow and joy
Till with tears we enter our tomb
Alas! Life is, to the enlightened
So likened much to trash
Thus does it matter, when dust returneth to dust
And ash returneth … to ash
So likened much to trash
Thus does it matter, when dust returneth to dust
And ash returneth … to ash
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