Friday, January 16, 2015

Mortality, a poem

A Poem by R. Grieves

The world is spinning and I'm not winning
     Oh, Dear, what should I do?
Time is flying; I'm gradually dying,
     And yet I have so much to do.

Life is waning, though I try to keep on gaining
     Trying to reverse the effects of age
It's best not to fight it, but life—just invite it.
     For in the end we will get our wage.

The wage, says the Bible, for sinning is death
Yet sinning or not, with each drawn breath
     from birth we begin to die.
Knowing that, I would live in each minute
Noticing, cherishing all that is in it
    And not for the unknown future cry.

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