Still Alive

The power of imagination makes us infinite.

John Muir
Your life is ebbing away
But do not worry
Or feel sorry for the glory
That tells a story of lost history.

Your life is leaving you
But do not leave yourself exposed
To the belief that you are relieved
Of living.

You! That have been living
For as long as I can remember

When Decembers have come and gone
And the embers, of the fires in our chambers
Have become members of the guild
That assassinates our will to live.

Slowly but surely
Your life is ebbing away
Because transience has been clawing his way
Into the paws of canines
That bark to spark our lives alight.

You are dying.
But do not worry.
For I am dying too.

From the moment we vacated our mother's wombs
We have been on a path to our tombs
And whilst our inevitable doom
Looms before us like Table Mountain
We may find ourselves dining on memories
Of tomorrows glory.

You are Dying
But do not worry.

You're Still Alive!

Here’s the spoken version of the poem :

By Lazarus Shatipamba

© 2020 The Poets Peace

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