To Be (Poem)

To be in the world
A place at a time, never more!
To walk the earth, high or low,
Wasted or restored, to live.
To feel like a god, like a king
Or a mere presence, soon forgotten.
To stare death in the eyes
And again be rudely reminded
Of your very impermanence!

Jude Ifeme

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  1. yes, Jude, our immortality keeps a constant reminder.


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