None Forever Stay Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

How fleeting is life that ends with a breath,
When a man leaves this earth with a last sigh.
How punctual in his coming is the angel of Death,
When he swings his sickle, a man must die.

How fickle like the mist that is soon gone
When the sunlight's warmth dissolves its vapor-
Is the passing existence of each and everyone,
Only memories linger on, when one's life is over.

As the grass dries up and the flowers wither,
The way of all flesh is the grave and decay.
Some live to be a hundred, some die earlier
Here today, gone tomorrow, none forever stay.