Poor Soul

Poor soul, why have you chosen this body,
decided to dwell in me? A human being
while you could have had anybody
and you could have inhabited a more divine thing?

Yet you those someone on this sinful planet called earth
a mere speck in the entire universe
and from my very birth
had to struggle in a world perverse

from what it had been designed to be
and what will you inhabit when
time and destiny brings a end to me
and where will you be then?

Or will you just vanish with the thing called life,
fading into the naught without strive?

[Reference: Sonnet 146 “Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth” by William Shakespeare.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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