All men are like grass
15 April 2019
Mt Hagen man in mourning
PORAP GAI
Like grass springing to grow,
Then wither, and fading to oblivion,
So man grows up quickly,
Only to fade away and die.
Human life on earth is a brief span,
A mere threescore ten years,
Then fade like flowers,
Quickly to disappear.
All mortals are like flowers,
Which blooms today,
But is gone tomorrow,
Forgotten forever.
Our sojourn on earth is brief,
At best a temporary reprieve,
At worst, like a night’s dream,
Then to be no more.
In view of life’s brevity,
And humans' mortality,
We need to make life count,
And leave a legacy.
For we have no chance at life,
When death stares at us,
And bid us welcome,
To our resting place.
As someone who passed their three score and ten years a while ago I can endorse Porap's advice about making life count and leaving a legacy.
A great effort. I hope we see some more poems from Porap.
Posted by: Philip Fitzpatrick | 15 April 2019 at 09:25 AM
This insightful poem, pointing out the transient nature of life, helps focus our life on important pursuits to make it count and leave a legacy rather than to be idle, drift in life and waste our potential.
Posted by: Simon Davidson | 15 April 2019 at 06:43 AM