April 19, 2009

NaPoWriMo Day 19

April brings to me another year
and it brings to someone else an end
and someone else begins a new life here
and the rest live out each day as they intend.
Months pass on, and we all pretend
that each cycle will remain the same
that at no point will our bodies send
our souls away, suffocate our flame
with nature all we really have to blame
though humans create murder and manslaughter
death is truly wild, it is not tame.
Whatever we might do is simply fodder
for mortality, a part of our design.
Someday we'll have no choice but to resign.

No comments: