What can man be? He is an image that eyes see Trudging on earth After a cry that starts with birth To reappear from time to time And ends with that loud chime When he departs to land so far, So close to furthest star.
That's not the end. He leaves on earth what can extend For quite some time, on certain space. He leaves a trace, That Christ will see Through eyes of people, you and me, And gives that man a timeless lodge That suits what he could drudge. No one can erase what he draws; He will submit to certain laws That suit what he endows.