Eyes cast upwards, towards ashen clouds
Through deeper blue and beyond
To the inky darkness of heaven gate
In waitful anticipation do we for reprieve
Longing lustfully for that much needed succor
Would it come now? Can we see it come?
The strength of answers fails us again
Throbbing pain emanates off our knelling knee
In loud shrieks of protest do our bones bark
Reminding us of the fragile fresh we are
To give up seems an easier option
For death, is said to rest all turmoil
On, for dear ones sakes, do continue
Retracing paths not long before taken
Seeking for that little detail maybe overlooked
Hoping now to make it work for morrow’s sake
Bragging about brawns and brains daily
Asking vainly why we die in plenteous midst
Alas, a path opens up in future near
As the bearer of tidings good draws fourth
Our weather beaten face creases in wrinkly smiles
For the torch of tomorrow marks our path
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