The Final Leap

The Final Leap

Leap-frogging to a new life…
This world is but a play
And death, a change of scene.

Like sleep at day’s end
And fresh clothes in the morn,
So this body, vehicle for the soul,
Is utilised, spent
And discarded at dusk.

A new skin donned at dawn,
Ready for the promise
Of the new light of day.
A new opportunity
For the final leap home.

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One Response to The Final Leap

  1. Tomas says:

    your post describes me better than my photo – thank you.