Poezja

Each cycle of earthly creation is born to eventually die
Save for the raw elements of earth and sky
Though power of human intellect and wealth strive to try
Immortality of body is a miracle that nature does deny

Ages of humanity stream from origin unknown
Countless seeds of life-creation sown
Artifact to their presence cluttering strata has shown
Fruitless attempts for eternal-life left only for a future to bemoan 

Each epoch of humanity through millennial time does persists
To dream of an immortal presence with body to enlist
But with frailty of flesh and bone that decay cannot resist
Should humanity not finally  discard the wish: forever to exist?