The life of a man is like a button sewed to a shiny new coat
Firm and secure to complete its look
Then he is born new and but a babe to the world
The coat is worn
The best of in its prime
The man is but a boy
Young and strong
Soon days,weeks,months,years
Losing colour and losing thread
The button sags loose
The babe is a man
Aged with time
Gray hairs,weak joints and sagged skin
The button hangs from a single thread
Old,ugly and dismantled appears the coat
The shiny coat is now but a piece of rag
Frail-looking,old and heaving his last
The button falls off finally
Buried in the earth
Till the end of time.
© The silent writer
The beauty of mortality.
ReplyDeleteImagine being sewn to the coat forever.
I imagine a very boring and predictable life. Now, where's the fun in that?
Besides, blessed is the button that falls off with age. Many would lost on a football pitch.
Some are like water, some are like the heat
ReplyDeleteSome are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
Why don't they stay young?
It's so hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fading horse
Youth's like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever - Alphaville
Well written.
ReplyDeleteI love this
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