When We Build Our Lives

When we build our lives Around our frail selves They soon become a blight. In our memories past The pleasures and pursuits outlasted By the closing of creditors Upon us with a fury Paying us back for the hurry We made of our time. What do we owe others Brothers, mothers, and God Himself When all we do is through And time to give answers arrives? What will we say for our lives? What answer will we give? For what did we live? There is no one other, No sister of brother, Worthy of honor and praise, Service all of our days Look up!  Raise your head! Follow Him who rose From the dead.

11:15, 15 Nov., 2020 (Third poem of the day.  Must be perturbed/inspired by certain events)