We Are But Memories
In the end, yes we are nothing! Every struggle, every dream Nothing is like they seem we come and go like fire we rage and In end we leave like a purl of smoke It may not seem vain But life is vain, a dose of joy And a rupture of pain The bursts of laughter The splendors of our dreams Alas,we are but transient memories Jude Ifeme Subscribe to POETICALLY SPOKEN by Email