Food For The Soil Or Ash In The Wind Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

It is flattering to be read, even by trolls.
It means that what I write, has sown some control
On the way people think, however adversely,
And no matter what, they're stirred by my poetry.

That makes me smile, at least I made them think.
Reaction is still response though some do stink.
But in this world there's a scale that weighs us all,
In the final analysis,it is all Death's call.

Truth is still truth, though maligned or denied.
Protests are all silenced when a man has died.
Genius or idiot, wealthy or poor, will die one day.
For all men are like grass that withers day by day.

We all give account for every word here on earth,
Each man will face God Who judges our eternal worth.
The fool will reap wages for sins he can't rescind,
But know we will be food for the soil, or ash in the wind.






Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~05.02.20