The Soul Escapes

In any year, or in any month, or on any day In one hour, or one minute, or just one second, On that very moment, the soul will slip away So, what do we do, do we wait or do we pray; The soul will finally vacate its tenement And all that will be left will be just an empty pod A pod maybe with beautiful texture which brought excitement Or jealousy, which is a shallow person’s blueprint; So, what do we say, but just say farewell To the beautiful teeth and hair and a maintained body A decorated prison or an empty vessel, it’s still a shell But, now without a soul, so do we buy, or do we sell; Some people live on their vanity and their pride While others care only about decorations and packaging, In the end the body is displayed and then all is justified As the soul escapes, from its imprisonment inside. Randy L. McClave