Span of Time

Fickle life
Relative span
Decades dog eared
Adorn the man

Red ant rose
Redeem thy day
you are the lifespan
Of a million ways.

Today's bud
Will be no more
ancient one
upon your deathbed
Lined and wrinkled,
done for
See the petalled core

Put down your feet
Kill a thousand lives
What dies
Is not even
A morsel of meat
Morality
Is it numbers
Or is it size?

Life is precious
Life the valued prize
After being recycled
Off with the old memories
A newborn sun shall rise.

The crows caw
At dawn
The doors of warmth and Light
Return
An ancient joke
Avid wisecrack
Thy funeral urn

The tabby Sphinx
Crosses your careful path
All your planning
Shall fall apart.

The cards are laid out
What a dead man's deal
Still we feast at the table
Of our final meal.

Fickle life
Relative span
Decades dog eared
Adorn the man.

(c) Amrita Valan 2016