From the comfort of the potter’s hearth,
to the place of my birth,
I was taught... you never really escape death,
Rather, do your best to embrace the mirth.
At least then, your life would glisten,
like the sweetest dessert.
to the place of my birth,
I was taught... you never really escape death,
Rather, do your best to embrace the mirth.
At least then, your life would glisten,
like the sweetest dessert.
Covert at first,
It slowly began to tighten.
As I traversed the earth,
the more life seemed a belt.
Or, dare I say, a girth!
It slowly began to tighten.
As I traversed the earth,
the more life seemed a belt.
Or, dare I say, a girth!
Eventually,
As I aged in years,
knowledge emerged…
converged.
With intent, I became well-versed.
Enough to quench my lingering thirst.
And out of the bleached earth,
The scorched dirt,
There was a rebirth.
As I aged in years,
knowledge emerged…
converged.
With intent, I became well-versed.
Enough to quench my lingering thirst.
And out of the bleached earth,
The scorched dirt,
There was a rebirth.
