Joining the great majority

When the immature die,

they miss all the souls

that could have helped them attain

the worthiness they were after

and when the mature die,

they cherish all souls

that will thrive when they ride

in the chariot they've furnished.

Man is mortal,

he springs from a desire to be in his peculiar way

and having learned of the world

he becomes a model of coexistence.

He shan't be forgotten,

but wearisome is it

to watch the waves that

form in his wake.