A child, A soul

A child is born and the soul returns

A new heart beats and emotions burn

An innocent mind grows and time shall see

Will he be normal, or will he be me?

As childhood passes and thoughts change

Aspirations arise and desire reigns

Innocence is lost and guilt is apparent

“We all do the things our parents haven’t”

Midlife comes and he looks back

“How could my heart turn so black?”

The sands of time fall through the glass

“My life is over, my time has past”

Time drifts on and age is seen

He tells his grandchildren of where he has been

A wooden box the colour of coal

Is placed in a simple thoughtless hole

The soul ascends with experience in mind

Others talk of people “His kind”

A gravestone no more but simple ferns

A child is born and the soul returns