A dying beauty

I picked up a book to spend some time
Strangely, it appeared to me diverse
I found inside a man, crying at a rhyme
And an open grave where was lying a verse

I started to wonder, if he could talk to me
I was unable to understand that story
He spoke, and said - It's dying as thee
Fight for the money, name and glory

And he said , I’ve seen the beauty
Of her blooming-charming face
Oh,you should have tried that fruity
Of her lovely sweet embrace

But, he said, it's all vanished now
And it smells like death around
Is nothing left but, to hope somehow
Not everything will get unsound

I got to understand, he’s damn right
Ain’t no more flowers to cherish a bee
There ain’t no entertainment and no Art
Cause we are so selfish, and blind to see


© Leonard Seiti