The Human Spirit Does Not Die

July 19, 2015

James

 

 

 

The human Spirit does not die.
Hence, for you, I shall not cry.

 

I will not weep; I will not lament,
As, for us all, you are heaven sent.

 

The physical body - naught but a shell;
Which on departure, all repel.

 

A concoction of things that to earth belong;
Since a long time before you sang your song.

 

A collection of melodies we each shall sing;
An eternity of lessons to relish and bring.

 

We give you our heart; we give you our soul.
For to one thing alone, we return to be whole.

 

I love you; I love myself.
Anything less is absence of wealth.

 

The material world is just one plane;
A monopoly box revered in vain.

 

All that we hoard here shall remain;
Back in the box at the end of the game.

 

Shackled by life like a clam to a shell;
The true definition of a lovable hell.

 

If poor in love, or poor in heart;
Every time, we shall restart.

 

The truth, for the pure, always reserved;
Free to create all we deserve.

 

I will see you soon and I wish you well;
Secure in my heart you always dwell.

 

With a beaming smile, I embrace our rhyme;
The blink of an eye, a mere stitch in time.

 

An illusion of miracles, a real rat race;
For now, I continue and lay my Ace.

 

A little more time I here shall stay.
I hope you don't mind; please for me pray.

 

I know where you are; I shan't be blind.
Even if I remain stuck in mind.

 

The wheel must turn, the record must play.
See you soon another day.

 

With a strong embrace and a wink of the eye;
Just for now, I bid you goodbye.

 

Steven Frampton, Summer 2015

 

 

 

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