I pondered the frailty of man
As I trudged through each day
Weary from the burdens I bear
What more can I say?
This morning was the same
I careened down the street
With heavy designer bags weighing down my eyelids
The vanity of living in this world
Has weighed on my heart heavily
I’m fagged out of it all
Unbeknownst to me what was about to befall me
There she was, crossing the road
When in the twinkle of an eye
She was pushed down
And rolled over by the tricycle
It could have been worse
Say a truck or a pathfinder
I watched her unconscious body sprawled on the road
In total shock and dismay
Oh the frailty of man!
One minute you’re here and the next you’re gone
Why then do we pursue riches
Without regarding who would gather it when we’re gone?
Why do we live as though there is no end?
Why do we hate and tug at each other in order to be ahead in the rat race?
Why do we relegate our friends and family to the backseat while our insatiable search for wealth
Takes on front row?
We are like flowers,
We bloom, we blossom but we also wither and are no more,
Oh dear heart, be comforted
For this isn’t the end
Death is but a portal to a new life
©Mfon Etuk, 2016
Endings are always portals to new beginnings.