FLEETING THOUGHTS

I am just

A caretaker,

I don’t own,

This beautiful earth

Nor its inhabitants

 

Everything is ephemeral,

Nothing lasts...

Both

Pain and pleasure,

Are transient

 

Even the firefly,

That burns bright,

In the night

Has to one day

Give away,

It’s light

 

Nevertheless,

I do owe,

This beautiful earth,

To my future

Generations

 

After me,

These stars, sky and seas

Hills, valleys and springs,

This paradise

Are all theirs

To inherit

 

Nothing belongs to me,

I am here, today

I will be gone, tomorrow

 

Alas!

Some days I wonder,

Aren’t we fools?

We toil our lives,

To make mighty mansion,

And finally hit our graves,

In the ground

 

Each one here,

I see is in a race,

Carving their own path,

Creating their own niche,

Trying to attain fame, name and glory

Even those who achieve this,

Eventually,

Are reduced to frames,

Hanging on the walls,

Becoming part of history...