Dead And Gone Poem by ziyanda mbasa

There will be a time when you will have to take a journey to a world you have never seen,
To a place unimaginable,
There will be a moment when your loved ones will cry badly,
When the casket will be your bed,
When the underground will be your home.

Out of the soil you were made,
There will be a time when the soil will claim, what is its and God will claim what is his, because he breathed in to your nostrils and gave you life.

It will be a time of claiming and a time of returning,
When you are dead and gone what will be left of you?
When you are dead and gone what would you say you own?

You will soon fly out of people’s memories and get lost.
No one would ever know that you once lived when you are dead and gone.
Only the people who played a bigger role in the lives of the people and in salvation and change and got their names printed in the world’s biggest books that will be remembered by generations.

But life, what is life when its so weak and unpromising?
Who knows what will become of her on the next day?
Who knows the end of her worldly life?
Who knows how its gonna be?
We live yes we live but we don’t know the duration of our living.