This poem, Ere We Die, by Kevin Morris is an imaginative recipe for living. Thank you, Kevin!
By :- Kevin Morris
On seeing the stormy sky
The poet thinks “man must die”.
He sees the young girl bloom
And says “she is destined for the tomb”.
Oh let us gather wild flowers
And not waste our powers
Trapped in ivory towers.
Beware the scholar’s domed head
For we are soon dead.
May our spirit fly
Ere we die
And are lost in endless sky.
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The poem appears in his
collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind“