A journey

Birth to death

Birth is but a death sentence
Punctuated by 
The things
And the ones we choose to love
The dreams that we chase
The failures and​ the successes
The deities we choose to worship
And everything else we do
In a bid to conceal
And to forget about
Our inevitable destination
The
Grave
Though riches elude
And peace evades
Live in the knowledge
That it might all be taken away
So therefore
Live and love
And let it not be said
When the number is up
That here lies
A life wasted.


Dedicated to a late friend. His was a life well lived.

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