A Man Is
Shall we all go like phantoms in the night?
Drifting shadows, hollow mists of reasons vague?
Defeat and sorrow, these we have in sight
Concluding thoughts that life is just a plague?
Where now are noble virtues laid by men
Those that soared in dreams where eagles fly
Birthing Honor, Love, in Courage given
Laid Freedom's rock, in Bravery fortify?
Shall we surrender to misconceived agenda
That we are nothing and from nothing end
That all life came from the lowly amoeba
A final state where we by Death will send.
Humanity is meant for a higher purpose
And a mere existence is not truly Life
For Laughter, Love, and Friendships close
All these mundane questions and worldly strife.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
February 27,2010
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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