POEMS

Dear friend, to where have you fallen?
To think after all you have done
Just a body is all you are
Living under a savage sun.

Does the torch of love come from
A soggy brain and a bag of bones,
Born from a seed, worn out too soon
Then buried and covered with stones?

Look deeper into the mirror
And tell me what you see;
It’s not some strange chemical mix
But a spirit burning strong and free.

A spirit who helps others
Because it’s the right thing to do;
It carries on when body is gone
And that spirit is you!