What Is The Purpose, Where Is The Wisdom Poem by bonifacio alba

'What Is the Purpose, Where Is the Wisdom? '
by: Bonifacio Alba

We rise with the sun, hearts full of will,
Tend to our bodies, take every pill.
Eat the right foods, breathe the pure air,
Surround ourselves with loving care.

We strive for wealth, for titles, for fame,
To carve on stone a lasting name.
We build, we gather, we guard with might,
As if the soul needs earthly light.

Yet still we age, and still we fall,
No strength, no gold, outlives it all.
For death, the end we cannot flee,
Comes knocking for both poor and free.

So what's the point of all this race—
The battles fought, the dreams we chase?
Is life but breath that turns to dust?
Are riches more than brittle rust?

But wisdom speaks in silent tone:
'You're more than flesh and blood and bone.
You live not just to fear the grave,
But love, forgive, and learn to save.'

Success is fleeting, so is pain,
But kindness leaves a deeper gain.
Not what you owned, but how you gave,
Will echo past your earthly grave.

So live, not just to strive or eat,
But walk with truth on humble feet.
For purpose shines beyond the sky,
And wisdom lives when we ask why.