The last day

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If today was the day the time ran out,

And the world this moment you had to leave,

Would you depart with your hearts full ?

Or a casket of glory would you weave ?

 

Did you laugh and dance in the rain and walk on the wet grass,

Or stroll on the beach with the sand slipping between your toes ?

Surrendered yourself in the lap of the mighty ocean,

Gazing skyward underneath a giant wave as the time froze ?

Did you soak your feet in a chilly stream,

The soles caressing the pebbles on the bed ?

Or sipped its sweet water on a parched summer afternoon,

As the sun and the earth, on a fiery June wed ?

 

If today was the day the time ran out,

And the world this moment you had to leave,

Would you depart with your hearts full ?

Or a casket of glory would you weave ?

 

Did you watch the sunlight flowing in the sky,

Running between the canopies and skirting the leaves ?

Or felt it draping you in warmth and happiness,

Flooding the joy and love up your sleeves ?

Did you listen to the air whispering in your ear,

Or to the wind singing a magical song ?

A longing tune tucked away in its wings,

From the lands far away, carried along.

 

If today was the day the time ran out,

And the world this moment you had to leave,

Would you depart with your hearts full ?

Or a casket of glory would you weave ?

 

Did you bend down to smell the flowers,

Felt their velvet against your skin ?

Glanced above at the clouds shifting spaces,

Wondering at their shapes turn and grin ?

Did you sit voiceless in a moonlit night,

And hear the stars giggle and spark ?

Sensed a cool breath rustling up your back,

The familiar touch of a departed soul in dark ?

 

If today was the day the time ran out,

And the world this moment you had to leave,

Would you depart with your hearts full ?

Or a casket of glory would you weave ?

 

Did you see the birds soaring in the evening,

And imagined how far they would fly ?

Held a butterfly or beheld a murmuration,

The entrancing dance of freedom in the sky.

Did you hold an animal in your hands,

Lay your face on theirs and realize ?

The boundless bliss and the innocent hope,

The wonderment in the world through their eyes.

 

If today was the day the time ran out,

And the world this moment you had to leave,

Would you depart with your hearts full ?

Or a casket of glory would you weave ?

If this was your last day living,

Would you leave the world with your name ?

Mounted on a plate and etched on a wall,

Remembered by all, a legacy to proclaim.

Or would you leave it living your life ?

Everyday a first and everyday the last,

And everything in it a wonder and a gift,

Each moment, the present of the future past.

Animals and Humans

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Humans, quite often, are so ‘animal like’,

In the looks that they look, or the pose that they strike,

In their actions, and their ways, and their demeanour,

And in their nature and disposition, nicer or meaner.

 

A heavy female is a whale, a buffalo or a hippo,

And a fat male an elephant, a boar or a rhino,

A sultry woman is a wild cat who’d bewitch,

But a nasty one is a cow or a bitch,

A cunning person is a sly old fox,

A muscular man is as strong as an ox,

A friendly someone is a social butterfly,

While a doe eyed girl will make your heart sigh.

 

Gazelle is a runner agile and swift,

A nightingale’s voice is a songstress’ gift,

A treacherous back-stabber is a snake,

A mole is a double-agent in the make,

A brave man has a lion’s heart,

And an ass is the opposite of smart.

 

A nasty person is a vulture or a dirty dog,

A pig, would gorge, and all the food hog,

A chameleon, would his words and stance, change,

A bear is a rough and uncouth person, with manners strange,

An individual, off balance, would walk like a duck,

But a ballerina with her swan dance, will leave you awestruck.

 

Parroting words is a mindless repetition,

Wolfing down is a devouring mission,

Beware of somebody who’d tell on you, and rat you out,

And of the charmer, who with puppy dog eyes, put good sense in doubt,

Pigeonholing would compartmentalize, and restrictively tag,

And monkey business is mischief and tomfoolery and a lot of gag.

 

So isn’t it strange that the men think,

That they are above animals, in a blink,

And disgrace them in any way they possibly can,

Over the ages, and ever since the time began,

Has it ever occurred to the world,

That the humans may be beasts unfurled,

And that the animals may be more ‘humane’,

Quite possibly, the ‘higher’ species of the food chain,

For they wouldn’t know ‘how to act like a man’,

Parade power and pillage, and ‘brutish’ destruction plan.