A CALLING CARD

What is that knock at the door ?

A sound come back as before.

Here upon the stage of life.

Man going for the ultimate strife.

Swords drawn with a glitter.

Sparks flying all in a flitter.

Cities seem like a rolling stone.

Many falling, just feeling alone.

An empty earth with - FUTILE LIFE.

Left over from, after the strife.

GODS cross stands as a testimony.

Like the flood of NOAH, a matrimony.

Calling what is left of creation.

To bow down to the new secreation.

from my poem book - DREAMS 2