An Allotted Time

 

We come and go

for better or worse

A span of time

I believe pre determined

an allotted period of life

as with all creation

nought is forever

Leaves flourish on trees

fish swim, rabbits run

cattle graze and birds sing

But only for a season

in an everlasting vortex

All is transitory

nothing has permanency

Birth, a life then death

we embrace all but

own nothing other than a soul

Even our mortal remains

turn to dust

leaving only the spirit

to move on

but to where?

Those who remember us

will soon follow us

Millions have gone before

more are about to arrive

So it goes on and on

A spiraling globe

full of life

the vehicle of all

but not of destiny