by alfred ibulu jr
Published on: Mar 19, 2007
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Type: Poetry

Life is only a vapor that appears for a moment and disappears the next

Experience is an act of first time participation,
No one was born experienced

The day we were conceived in our mothers' bellies
As nature permitted, we grew

The day we were born into planet earth
Crying in pains as we desired to tell someone.
"Oh, it’s hurting me!"

The day we woke up, only to realize we could stand
No one was born standing

The day we stepped, just to confirm we could walk
No one was born walking

The day we shouted, only to realize we could talk
"Da-ddy"
No one was born talking

The day we learnt to read, write and spell
No one was born reading

The day we realized we were skilled
No one was born experienced

The day we lived, grew old…
…Old and closer to our grave

The day we woke up only to realize
we lost control of our body movements

The day we slept, only to realize we were gone forever

The day the earth woke up to realize and announce
"He's gone and never to come back again"

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