I am but the seed of a fruit all finished up, with all my wisdom eaten away left with nothing but the husk of what I used to be so bury me in the dirt with the hope that I will grow once again into a tree ripe with glory and promise.
I ran over your tongue like silk or is it fine wine You sloshed me in your mouth tasting the way I ripened with age I danced with your taste buds I thought I did well but then you spit me out and decided you preferred the 2010
Am I no longer fretful of my youth? Do I have any antipathy of death?
The Beloved Rasool of Allah ( SAW) said, "Take advantage of five before five. Your youth before your old age, your health before your illness, your wealth before your poverty, your free time before your busy, your life before your death." - (Narrated by Ibn Abbas and reported by Al-Hakim)
Aged, wrinkled and worn Our Palms of fortune and destiny Show tracks leading to new places Playing out the timeline of our lives Like a show - a Chorus Line The queues will flock for the matinee And so this poetical line ends.