This is my poem *It’s a reminder*, which I made it for every person who has forgotten that he is a light guest on this earth, let us read and consider:
*It’s a Reminder*
One day I passed the graves, and I was struck
By voices rising from the tombs,
then fading, stuck
I stood there frozen, scanning all around
The eerie sound was terror’s haunting sound
I strained my ears as if I were bound tight
Among the graves, surrounded by the night
The realm of the dead closed in like a haze,
As if my own spirit slipped through the maze.
Scattered the graves, both leader and throng,
All bound in the silence where they all belong.
Their ages equal here,
from babe to youth
All in the same, a silent, grim truth
Their rags beneath the earth
have shriveled tight No sound but silence, no dawn to break the night
A chill gripped my bones, as I felt the cold dread,
For a moment I thought I was already dead.
I struggle to move, but feel my strength has fled Each breath a whisper fills me with dread
Oh, the life we have wasted in folly's embrace,
While death ever lingers, encroaching our space.
Return to wisdom, now’s the time, my friend for soon, we’ll all be dust in the end
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