Death is a painful element of living, one that we are all encumbered by.
We are always left wondering and asking why.
Yet without death there would be no mortality.
Nobody knows what will happen next in totality.
A famous poet once said that the gods envy the people of this earth.
We are able to be brave and savour everything that life is worth.
Able to crevasse life and have our own meaning unearthed.
Yet we are still by deaths sickle cursed.
Birth the beginning, death the end.
What is important is what is in between and what we rend.
The people we share emotion of love, altruism, and the ears we lend.
The shoulders to cry on that we offer and to the tearful that we tend.
The strides we make before the final crescendo.
For it is the message of life that you send to the people around you.
That truly matters, everything in between life and death.
Every tireless breath that you breathe to achieve.
So that their springs a reason to smile when people grieve.
Do not let your death leave loved ones aggrieved.
For life is where we are all meant to be.