Term on Earth – A Villanelle

by jimirandall

One’s end of term on earth comes oft too late
When hands of angels push souls to life’s edge,
Man’s indignant rage to no more create

Naught but accrue wealth for their estate
Worthless. Graves have no room for gold to wedge
One’s end of term on earth comes oft too late.

Fear not. The Creator will not negate
Your precious wealth. Your gold they’ll find and dredge.
Man’s indignant rage to no more create

For your dear Trust. Your legacy falls straight
To the maws of kin who can’t share nor pledge.
One’s end of term on earth comes oft too late.

Yet on we strive, never question our state,
Given the degree we’re thrust to life’s ledge
One’s end of term on earth comes oft. Too late

We are then to weigh up any good trait
We saved up, no matter what we allege.
One’s end of term on earth comes oft too late,
Man’s indignant rage to no more create.

© James “Abdulmalik” Randall, 2014.

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