e-Paper Poetry of Vinx

Why boast

This life is so frosty
Illusions make it hot,

Dry, wet, tough and dusty:
All in vanity, yet we boast

When God holds the oust
Of the seas and floating boats

With His upthrust graces,
Peddling and navigating us

Coast to coasts;
By His grace, yet

We take to pride that
We are meant to be the sailors

And pirates all by ourselves;
Forgetting that life is our host

And we are its guest; to dust
One day, we will be a ghost.


3 Comments

  1. Cordelia Stones says:

    Another wonderful poem.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Rona says:

    Why boast in life when we all die, lovely poem.

    Like

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