The Human Spirit Does Not Die

James

The human Spirit does not die. Hence, for you, I shall not cry.

I will not weep; I will not lament, As, for us all, you are heaven sent.

The physical body - naught but a shell; Which on departure, all repel.

A concoction of things that to earth belong; Since a long time before you sang your song.

A collection of melodies we each shall sing; An eternity of lessons to relish and bring.

We give you our heart; we give you our soul. For to one thing alone, we return to be whole.

I love you; I love myself. Anything less is absence of wealth.

The material world is just one plane; A monopoly box revered in vain.

All that we hoard here shall remain; Back in the box at the end of the game.

Shackled by life like a clam to a shell; The true definition of a lovable hell.

If poor in love, or poor in heart; Every time, we shall restart.

The truth, for the pure, always reserved; Free to create all we deserve.

I will see you soon and I wish you well; Secure in my heart you always dwell.

With a beaming smile, I embrace our rhyme; The blink of an eye, a mere stitch in time.

An illusion of miracles, a real rat race; For now, I continue and lay my Ace.

A little more time I here shall stay. I hope you don't mind; please for me pray.

I know where you are; I shan't be blind. Even if I remain stuck in mind.

The wheel must turn, the record must play. See you soon another day.

With a strong embrace and a wink of the eye; Just for now, I bid you goodbye.

Steven Frampton, Summer 2015