To live forever is a gift.
Men can grasp unto their dreams,
incessant opportunities,
to try all over again.
Such chance is to nurture wisdom,
to understand the world,
and to discover the secrets,
of the past and present.
A delight to see the future,
and witness the rise of new worlds.
everlasting great breakthroughs,
a festive treat for the mind.
Yet, living forever – a curse.
Mind and body can grow weary,
to see everyone you know dies,
go on and on, eternally.
Immortal men can be envious,
of souls at peace in heaven.
While they, forever remain,
wandering into the earth.
Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 1:08 AM UTC
To live forever is a gift.
Men can grasp unto their dreams,
incessant opportunities,
to try all over again.
Such chance is to nurture wisdom,
to understand the world,
and to discover the secrets,
of the past and present.
A delight to see the future,
and witness the rise of new worlds.
everlasting great breakthroughs,
a festive treat for the mind.
Yet, living forever – a curse.
Mind and body can grow weary,
to see everyone you know dies,
go on and on, eternally.
Immortal men can be envious,
of souls at peace in heaven.
While they, forever remain,
wandering into the earth.
(c) Maylen Abad @ Jan 16, 2010
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