THE FRAILTY OF MAN
Play by play,
A child is born,
Play by play,
The child is no more.
We are here in the morning,
Gone in the afternoon,
A wet cloak
Sun dry by sunlight.
Our moon hardly come up
Then it’s soaked up
By clouds of life
Of day and night.
Life is essentially a quest for something and nothing,
A sojourn in paradise and wilderness,
A game of chess and chest,
A riddle and puzzle
Shrouded in mystery,
Sown in secrets,
Savage by fate and faith
Serendipity of eternity.
All we are we are,
All we will be we will be,
Angels in flesh and blood,
Adrenalin of Almighty.
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