The Man IN tHE Universe

Neither ages nor faces remain as they are.
The more we live the more the past gets far.
Hearts feel this change ,only they suppress it.
They know that ages trace a sun rise and set.
Once in the zenith man sees a vanished past.
Of which only a certain remembrances last.
Last in the memory as ruins those can’t stand.
Letting impressions in hearts beyond hand.
Looking toward the coming side of age’s hill.
Man perceives either a lasting paradise or hell.
After a decrepitude that leads to a sure death.
That we face; but most of time in a weak faith.
Which means that the man refuses his fate.
Open your mind to perceive another gate!
A spiritual gate that opens what’s infinite.
To see that death is not your existence’s limit.
You are in this world , not only for its gaiety.
But also to serve the creation and the society.
You are in life to strive to mark you name in it.
To let your reputation in hearts when you quit.
It’s your role in life that determines your value.
If it’s good, hearts will keep your being continue.
Death extirpates only plants of shallow root.
To overcome its wind ,have a steadfast foot.

The international poet
Belkaid abderrahmane arfoudtexte