We are born and then we cry
Somewhere else, somebody dies.
We crawl, we walk, and even fly,
In silver birds in a clear blue sky.
We live a life as best we can
That is the lot twas dealt to man.
We travel all across the land,
Just leaving footprints, in the sand.
And at long last, our souls do fly,
To their true homes, beyond the sky.
And empty shells, in Earth they lie,
While mournful hearts, forever cry.
4/1/2019 Alton Texas
We live a life with best quality. While mournful hearts forever cry if anyone cries, then this provokes thought. But nature gives true joy. An excellent poem is very well penned.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful the way you started and finished the poem with tears; I love this one very much pal, it’s great... Write-on!
Thank you my friend.