Death

Games that Potter Loves To Play

Life may not be certain
But Death is for sure
Breathing in is Life
Breathing out is Death
Waking up at dawn is Life
Going to bed at dusk is Death
Falling down on Earth
Is a blessing of Life
Rising up to heaven
Is the blessing of Death

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Life brings its share of experiences
But for the one who lives
Death is an experience too
For just the one that is no more
All are but dolls on this great puppet show
Made of the same stuff
Walking and talking
Yet none see the strings
Tied to the fingers Divine
Directing this comedy eternal.

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The Potter makes these dolls of clay
Paints them with colours many
Gives them to us childrn to play
Play with them we do
Feed them and clothe them
Dote on them and care for them
Send them to school and then for work
There are doll weddings too
Doll families they become and begin their game of house-house

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"Enough," says the Potter
Who often yearns for change
Simple job for Him thiough
To mash the doll back into clay
and put it back on the wheel
For some other toy to make.
But what words has the Potter
For the doll Mom and Dad
Who didn't know till then
All these funny games
That Potter loves to play.

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Swahilya