“Sic Vita”, at its core, is about the transience of man. Reading it I’m reminded of a verse in the New Testament, which states:
For, "All people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall,
[1 Peter 1:24; New international Version (NIV)]
The writer of this poem, Henry King, Bishop of Chichester, focuses on the fact that human beings will, as stated above, wither, no matter their respective stations in life. Henry King relates a bevy of occurrences that mirror what the life of man eventually becomes.
We will all die one day. We will all, metaphorically speaking: fall like a star; descend down, such as eagles in flight; die as a diminishing wind; and in a sense, pop as bubbles burst and disappear.
I believe this poem is a treatise on the fact that we should not exalt ourselves to too lofty of a position. No matter our wealth, or lack thereof; no matter our goals and achievements (which can be noble and noteworthy), and no matter our social standing, we all, in the end, have no control over Death in and of ourselves.
The poem is very hard-hitting in the finality of its final line:
The flight is past, and man forgot.
It is said that Death is the great leveler, and this is propounded greatly in this poem. It is a poem that makes one stop and think about the important things in life, as we scurry to and fro in an increasingly hectic, complicated and chaotic world.