When a man is retired he has a bit more time to ponder upon the brevityof life and its meaning. Here is a little poem I wrote for a family friend whose mother died of cancer. Whether one believes in God or not, here is a legacy which should bring a measure of comfort to all who are bereaved.
PASSAGE OF TIME
When we are young, we feel so strong
And think that life can never end.
But as we walk and sing along
We find that much of life is spent.
Like leaves, dropped from the ancient trees,
We leave the dross of life behind,
And place our hopes in scattered seeds,
That root in earth to replace their kind.
The ancient trees will gradually die,
To slowly fall, to sink in earth.
The seeds grow up to reach the sky
To celebrate their new found birth.
Loved ones too, eventually die
As fate decides, we all must do.
Their children bless them with the tie,
That keeps their memory fresh and true.
VP Dec. 17. 2006
Tags: bereavement, Brevity of life, life and death
