Oblivion.
Oblivion
bookends.
Life is what
happens
in between.
Not from
dust to
dust.
Oblivion to
oblivion.
What was
before?
What will
be after?
Oblivion.
Life, but a
placeholder
between.
Light between
darkness.
Life
between oblivion.
What to do?
What to say?
How to deal?
Bookends.
Oblivion bookends
cradling light.
Cradling life.
Cradling us.
What to do?
What to do
with this
gift?
Gift of
light and
life.
Make something
happen.
Write.
Draw.
Sing.
Paint.
Create!
Scream.
Let the
Cosmos
know you
existed.
Leave something
behind.
Carve your
name into
the light.
Do not waste
what little
time's available.
Make a
difference.
Make a
difference
before oblivion
comes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time is short. Death comes without giving any prior notice. So go on doing your job. Nice message. 'Do not waste what little time's available. Make a difference. Make a difference before oblivion comes.'.. is true. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you kindly for reading my effort