Tantamount

Poor is dying,will die.
All will accept and do sigh.
Pity on graves always lay lie.
Along with chances spirits go high.
Tomorrow is here and today good bye.
Cannon on fire burst the sky.
Selfish button needles go ply,so stick at nigh.
Heralding tasks present the curd and create a pie.
Lofty dagger seals at best to endure the sly.

Reviews

[Rehan Roy]

'Along with chances spirits go high'
A great writing.
It's the way as they say.

[Ruth]

And so the layers of life and consequences build...nicely done :) xo