A PEN ON THE SANDS OF TIME

Our works are like a vapour
That fades away at dawn
Losing its light in the glorious sun
When the sunset the dew melts away
A pen on the sands of time
 
But the memories that we created
While we were here lingers on
On the sands of time making footprint
Each letter is so sacred and wrapt
In an high esteem as the ink gashes out
 
From the mouth of the pen
Each seconds an article is articulate
Each moments a poem is projected
Each minutes a well written long easy is born
A pen on the sands of time
 
Of what we your work be
When life has flitted out of that body of yours
And the soul goes back to eternal rest
And your lifeless body lays down
Retiring from the works here in this world
 
If your writeup, poems and articles
Dies the day you die as a writer
Freelancer and a ghost writer
You've leave nothing behind
A pen on the sands of time
 
That what you should be
While long you've head the call of Mr. Death
You must leave a worthy footprint on the sands
That while long you've gone
Your article, poem and easy becomes life
 
Living not like a memory
But as a life in the hearts and mind of many
Of what we your article, poems
Spoken words and long easy be
While you are gone
 
Is a call to mediation today
Of what and how we all these
Your intellectual property become
While the engine that produce it is gone think
Is better to become a pen on the sands of time
While long you've gone live ever green on minds