Forgive Me

by Dr. Alexis Karpouzos

Merely mortal, my clay,

With it an idol immortal,

our little life is but a gust of wind

that bends the branches of the tree

and trails its blossoms in the dust!

Universe is dreaming our lives for us

and the centuries follow each other

perfecting a small wild flower.

Life asserts proudly,

as death smirks on

Knowing unknowingly…. that all will be gone

that the Tears evaporate,

So, say two words “Forgive me”

The ultimate sacred words of civilisation, let those be.

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