Sonnet For The Living

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The tragedy of life; it ends in death.
Joy is snuffed from your cheery soul.
It’s sweet cadence, your last breath.
A once beautiful body, lies in a hole.

Life’s fatal finality sealed in a casket.
Claustrophobic and tight, no escape or light.
A tisket, a tasket, your life ends in a basket.
The Reaper don’t care; accept your plight.

Rest on silk and sleep without a care.
Don’t dream or plan, your life is over.
Dreams like air drift through one’s hair.
The wise chase dreams before pushing up clover.

So, live! Bring life to your precious dreams.
Fulfill desire. Live passion. Go to extremes.