Prolonging Life

Those who prolong their life are in error,
They describe a language of their own,
They err in the ways of tigers and big cats,
Surely the shrewdest are them.
They see forces unseen, to know is to be expert,
As this concoction resounds the degree of help.
The desire to live on sings on and mutters
To itself from the mouth onwards,
Throats consider their prize, when do they?
Then drag a morsel through the pipe that can consume,
It is called my oesophagus, and yours too.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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