Each Day Comes By Sayeed Abubakar

Each Day Comes

Each day comes to push us
to the door of the Past;
After the day, nothing
remains but the darkness.

Like Homer or John Keats
we will be mere the Past;
Men may remember us
or utterly forget.

What lasts on earth for good?
Here immortality,
like our life, is also
mortal and perishable.


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