Life

I am just a man... dust in the wind.
Forever like this, meeting you in the wind.
Pieces everywhere, puzzles from them.
Nothing to gain, just a puzzle from them.
Better concentrate, because that is what we do all life.
Nothing else... until we will stop to be alive.
Do the essay of your life while you still can.
It will define your history, making you a man.
Smoke, fog, and no light... in the future we need to find
Hope that will light the night, the fog will lift and we'll survive.

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captivatingcapture's picture

Very nice!

A very true message enveloped in a lovely little poem!