We're Not Immortals Poem by Quame Boatmann

Life isn’t eternal, we’re not immortals
Three scores and ten years
We’ll leave these temples
Not by our will, else we linger
But a journey lies ahead
From a hush-hush world to a mysterious land

We know we won’t last
So why all these superfluous extravagances?
While the destitute aches
So what will become of these copious pearls?
When these ephemeral lives vaporizes away

Hope is the only option
As the days run like lightning
For in the eyes of the Potter
We’ve less a day to prove our worth

But as I still breathe, I’ll labor
To the Porter’s pleasure
Till I go to bed in wait
Till the heavens shake off
And this earth melts away
For the final call, a call to immortality
To the new city, the hope promised to us