One person dies another begins to live
By these means humanity will forgive;
What happens in between this time?
We leave our mark and people's hearts we assign;
Memories are like indelible ink.
To often be carried to the grave in which we sink.
Mortality a cruel factor of a living breathing animal
Yet we are conscious and that is seminal.
So, we can be gracious for every day.
And have patience when thinks don't go our way.
For at least mortality has not gone astray.
We have memories like indelible ink.
Dreams to be had when we catch forty winks.
Those memories that are pure and sweet.
Seem to have the bad ones held in defeat.
So, lets focus on the positives.
Cause I posit this;
Mortality is absolute.
Memories are indelible ink, that we carry to the grave in which we sink.