The Death Of Life
Friends and family have dissolved into past;
in life, they all were magnificant;
a most stunning evidence, life doesn’t last;
in death, they become insignificant.
It matters very little, what impacts they made;
they’re no longer here, to congratulate;
in their honor; neither brass band, nor parade,
would we consider or contemplate.
All things of past; soon dissolve like a mist;
everything reduced to rubble;
all of the living are eventually dismissed;
morphed into an energy bubble.
What purpose is achieved by living, then dying;
and why should their memories remain?
Ultimately, all memories cease their crying;
for they’ve vaulted into another domain.
Death is an illusion; merely a transition;
the oxymoron to birth;
life first experienced that juxtaposition;
when a soul was transferred to earth.
Life on the earth, was the illusion of death;
teaching life sorrows, and how to cry.
But, all life is eternal, and has no last breath;
and it’s only death that must die.
Eventually heaven and earth will pass away;
and the portal of death; no longer needed;
the new creation will bring forth a new day;
and, life, claim victory, with death defeated.
Monty 11/9/22. # 1,328