Poems ✍️
  05.11.2025
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Author: 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.


  Time mortality legacy impermanence

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