'Our life starts with a cry,
passes like a sigh, ends,
sometimes early, sometimes later.
As years pass we laugh, and weep;
heart and soul expand or shrink,
depending on choice and luck.
The world turns, without our say.
Earth sustains us with food, water, air.
Out of earth we came to the same we return
with our final breath, sure and certain.
November reminds us.
Until that day, love your life. Live it.
AFTER THE FUNERAL
Planted in freshly opened ground, and covered in,
you will break down over time
into the clay which embraces your body,
holding you like a friend, or like a mother.
Your passing is honoured with wreaths.
How long will your memory linger
among the sons and daughters of Earth ?
It will last forever in those who love you
but for an eye-blink with others.
When the withered flowers are brought to the bin
a tidy grave will order our grief.
You are gone, about another business,
and we must turn to ours.
RIP. Rest in Peace.