Precious Gift Of Mortality Poem by Temitope Adebowale

Precious Gift Of Mortality



The immortals envy the living
They envy every breathe, every flesh, every mortality of ours
For being immortal can tire a soul
Things never get more beautiful or better for them
Neither does it get worse
But for the mortals, things could go the other way,
Either for good or bad
This, in itself, is a gift the immortals crave
It has been said that a times, they take the form of mortals
To pleasure themselves or accomplish a divine assignment
It has also been said that they, a times, require the sacrifice of mortals
So, never be in too much hurry to become immortal
Mortality is a gift, enjoy it!
Immortality, an inevitable curse
Your time as a mortal is limited, maybe 15 or 100 years
But as an immortal, you have eternity!

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is to inspire people who are contemplating suicide to trudge on, to see life as a gift.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Abubakar Abdulkadir 02 November 2013

I really enjoyed your poem ignoring the fact that you do away with local (african) imageries because i enjoy african poets to make use of the divese available african imageries to spice up thier poetry. This is a nice piece

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