What is Life

• Posted by: Vernon Brooks
• Created: December 13, 2016
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What’s Life?

Seventy years is span of man

That’s three scores and ten

Walking three quarters on his hands

Grandsire sits by the fans

Craving troops ignore no stones

Lame tangled in their wake

Forgetting all springs from the zones

Command to break those bones

Fruits of labour encaged in banks

Keys to wisdom’s treasure

Death came knocking all at once

Heirloom passed by the ranks

Purse strings tethered to the chest

Neighbours perish aloud

Life’s pleasantries will never set

Treasures not withstand the test

Knowing future is clandestine

Guessing game soars high

Today in a fool’s paradise

Tomorrow to join a line

Death’s open door for every man

Lest anyone should prance

There’s good wonder what’s beyond

Savouring youthful élan

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