What Is Life - When Death Comes Poem by Alexandrian Ink

What can life be best called?
How can it be perfect described?
Fie fie, in dolefulness I weep
Perplexed in thought, I cannot sleep
The things is see, the news I hear,
Have engulfed me with myriad of fear.
How can one who for nine good months,
Studying the earth's rites and wonts
In the dark room of the mom's womb
Be so abridged of, eternally sent to tomb.
Like a green plum hanging upon a tree
And falls off, before the fall should be;
The nine months course, our courses well strived
Within a second is gone and we deprived.
Alack life, life art thou so?
Men come with difficulty by easily go.
Someone you see smiling today,
Tomorrow he's gone to the cradle clay
"Farewell" we say "farewell until we shall see"
Sans concept of what his lot may duly be;
Our life on earth, whether good or ill
Karma determines what warrants still.
I now can see, they that are good
Oft die than those with ill blood.
And you wert good or ill, must go home
When your time is ripe, just as you've come.
And me, poor me, I will now play my dirge turn
For I know it will soon get to my farewell tune.
What is life? When death as a catalyst
Acts upon the greatest down to the least.
Man, a victim of death, comes and goes
When death does come, nobody knows.
Farewell good friends, make your paths fine
My death yesterday today will be thine,
Such is our song, pilgrim mortality
Until life come to its destined eternity.

Ali Alexon
Feb.6 2018