Fearing death seems common, yet we’re dying with each passing day
Slowly like a star, when born our light begins to burn and fade away
Like a shadow, death only appears to us when cast in light
Then when we turn to face him we often feel uneasy at the sight
Behind he closely follows though his silhouette sometimes seems far
But there he lingers always like the shimmers of a fallen star
Shudders down our spines when creeps in the echoes of deaths call
Though curious, I wonder if whilst dying many truly live at all
Just as a poppy rooted in the ground wakes and rests with every sun
Although its beauty blossoms its days spent living are close to none
Our first and final breaths, they mark the beginning and the end
Giving second chances neither one of them afford to lend
Rip out your roots and plant them in as many plots of ground
Sow your seeds around you and discover all that’s waiting to be found
Life and death are joined, bound by a knot you cannot untie
Whilst you’re holding on be sure to live, whilst you surely die…
-M, Courage. Copyright 2020.