The ecstasy of breeding
The pain and the bleeding
Necessary to live in this life and beyond
It is all lost at the moment
Of death
The proud bodies will rot in their graves
The wonderful thoughts
The maniac raves
The cowardice
Are gone like the dust
Where is the joy of life
When it will all be gone
So soon? In the Blink
Of an eye
Our lives go by
A child
They lived oh so briefly
In this body;
They all died
Each in its’ own time
But each also lived, laughed
Appropriately for each age and time
The young
The not-so-young
Of people and ideas
The old
Of people and things and times
The best time for thinking
Is when life is in you;
The dead have
No new ideas.
And the best time for thinking of death
Is once
Just before you meet it.
For there is not the necessity
Of grieving the inevitable
Or of hoping for the miraculous;
It will come in its own time
And long before you are ready.
There is so much to do
So much to love
So much to learn
So much to teach
And there will never be enough
Time
On this side of the grave.
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