Brought to this earth by people two <br />Will be laid to rest by four <br />The two I know and loved them so <br />I know not the final four. <br /> <br />On slender feet I slowly stood <br />And stumbled towards the door <br />But left behind my home and town <br />When desires began to soar <br /> <br />From place to place in search of life <br />I crossed every land and shore <br />In hot pursuit of a distant light <br />Overlooked my glowing core <br /> <br />Money and wealth a frail froth <br />As good as spongy spore <br />That held water but quickly seeped <br />When I squeezed it more and more <br /> <br />Tangled in web of love and heart <br />I made worse my living lore <br />The game of life had kicked start <br />But I returned without a score <br /> <br />World moves on, and I just sit <br />On the futile earthen floor <br />Digging a ditch six by six <br />And awaiting the final four!<br /><br />Seema Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-final-four/
