THE FATE OF MAN
The whole of man's life is like the sea
Because it rushes to the shore and goes back.
Morn to dusk was his given time
But man is a funny buyer
Who goes to a busy market in morn
But won't take back home the goods and assets
He bought with his time and sweat.
A time is coming like morrow in his journey
When his pride, guts, shadows and beauty
Will become yesterdays recalled in todays,
When he will be back to his original self
To embrace his chiefest component.
He wears a strong perfume to smell nice
But sassy and peppy he was,
He wears a strong perfume and still stink.
He is full of visions and dreams
That cease to live when he is erased from our list.
The only thing that doesn't fade is his name
Especially when it has travelled to many ears
This too is smoke, an enemy to his nostrils,
And his likes and behaviors in life are smoke.