Life is playing.

Life is playing.

Life is harmoniously playing.

Life is playing.

Life is symphoniously playing.



A day will dawn.

Prayers will be offered.

Plans set out.

Victories expected.

Greetings exchanged.

Hunger and taste satisfied.



And then...

Not knowing then.



Darkness will strike.

Breath will cease.

Men will weep.

Women will wail.

Children will wonder.



Mourning!

Mourning!!

Mourning!!!



Corpse closed in a casket.

Grave dug.

Casket casted into crypt.



Ash to ash.

Dust to dust!

Dust to dust!!

Dust to dust!!!

Life is dusted.



Tears wiped.

Dances and merriments.

Condolences and graces.



Dust dusted.

Ash ashed.

Business resumes.

Life plays on.

Life's play is on.

Life is playing on.



Poetry by whisperinvoiz
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Written on 2011-08-26 at 14:20

Tags Life  Death 

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Quite a vision, w/i/v!
An intriguing balance between life and death. And very striking punctuation too.
For some reason I particularly like 'Business resumes'; well, I've always been a practical lass.
A solid piece.
2011-08-27