The Thin Dividing Line Poem by Tony Adah

Death whispers to our ears
All day
The end looming ahead
Our hearts so deaf, to hear
It is sad that one man
Is gone
Normal that we must all go
In our turns
That's the bond we signed
That we remember always to forget.

The throes of life
Break us fast enough
For the final call
Life itself is a vapour
A transient dew drop
A market square where
Those who have made their purchases
Waste no time to leave.

Death and life
Just a thin diving line apart
A moment here
Another there
We are ghosts to be feared
By those in the world.