I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.

I die, you die.

Mourners come, mourners cry.

Memories made, memories gone.

New memories of a new born.

From dust to Earth.

From womb to land.

The cycle of life, easy to understand.

We work we live, we drink we give.

As the flesh ages, wrinkles distinctive.

Now we are back at it again,

Weaken bones and Golden age Homes

Walking Canes and reading glasses

Slowing in movement as time passes.

Grand and great grand about our feet

While arrangements made for beautiful wreath.

Now the cycle begins a new

As the body becomes useless and the soul finds a new

The mourners are back

Pastor in black

Now the flesh has died and a baby has born

For the spirit of man to be reborn.

© 2019 Clive Williams

Comments

Clive Williams (author) from Jamaica on January 21, 2019:

than you flourish

FlourishAnyway from USA on January 20, 2019:

Returning to the earth and beginning anew - I like your poem

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on January 07, 2019:

The cycle of life is certainly something we all understand, and I love your poem.

Clive Williams (author) from Jamaica on January 05, 2019:

The cycle of life. Just like the blossom and seeding of plants and trees.

Bronwen Scott-Branagan from Victoria, Australia on January 05, 2019:

Lovely poem. When I pass over I'd like to be missed a little, but I'd prefer my funeral to be a service of joyful thanksgiving, rather than mourning. It's so good to know where we are going after this earthly life.

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on January 05, 2019:

What was this -- other than great. I have never feared death of body. I would feel bad for the thousands that love me.