The Writings Of An Ephemeral Poem by Jessica Sanukab

Oh to laugh at the utterance that has become my oldest friend
and watch them pass before my eyes
to see their bitter end


Will not all pass away my friend?
Is not all vanity?
But that which can be shaken my dear
will surely fall away

I hope not to observe this calamity
come to pass in your life
and just stand beside
the sweet by and by
but to entrust my employed hand
to your notable cause
and to help lift you out miry clay


If not me then who else?
Are we not functioning?


Who do we claim to be?


Why stand aside and watch with disgust

when that somebody could be me?