Life's Last Impression Poem by Joseph Sakyiamah

Life's Last Impression

‎As leaves fall from the vine,
‎Like leaves falling from the fig tree,
‎Have I drunk its fill of wine,
‎Truly, it tastes sour and sweet,
‎As night and day will become,
‎Like smoke tossed within the air,
‎We will be born today,
‎Gone someday, forever, without care.

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