Incarnated
Born.
First hot, cool, then cold.
For the young to the old.
In the life before you and this life, too,
You know who to give the glory to.
But on your journey be agile,
Because life, though precious, is fragile.
And it doesn't really matter,
What makes the glass shatter.
So many never glimpse their tomorrow
Until their present is passed,
Deceived that this life will continue to last,
Forgetting that death is not merely by chance.
Dust to dust, we are just ashes, returning to ash.
To those we love, whom have already passed,
The pain we can not mask.
They are gone, carry on, we are tasked.
But remember them, to make their memories last.
Reasonable and Indisputable,
There is a part of us that's invisible.
A body, soul and spirit does not have to be indivisible.
Life continues by the One who gave it to you.
Alas, time goes fast.
We, too, will become dust and ash.
Some day we all must go back.
The body dies, but the soul when called will last.
Till we meet again, my friend--fade to black.
About this poem
This poem is dedicated to Larry, my cousin, who was sickly. Larry was my cousin; but he was also my big brother. He went to the hospital quite often; so when I heard that he was in the hospital again, I didn't think anything of it. Funny, he had come to mind prior; and I realized that we had not heard from each other in a while; so I had called him. We had made plans to go out that coming weekend to catch up and have some fun. He was admitted and died that same day. Two days before we were going out like old times to celebrate life. When I was told he died, it felt like I had been jolted by a lightning bolt, as my body shivered as the words were spoken. I never had a chance to say good-bye. I could not shake that feeling. I put it in words and my poem was read at his funeral. This is my good-bye. To his credit, he made me realize that this lifetime can be short. Nothing, nothing is guaranteed. Spend your time wisely and fully enjoy yourself and your love ones. . more »
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