Man who is merely a breath
Whose life fades like a passing shadow.
It is only our memory that we can bequeath.
Soon we shall pass below.

What do we read in Proverbs, there is a time for everything.
A time for giving birth, a time for dying.
Why do we spend endless hours fearful of not just death’s but life’s sting?
Everything will surely resolve itself despite our crying.

We will lose.
And we will keep.
We will choose.
And we will reap.

We will spend no doubt sometime dancing.
But we must accept now that we will spend some time mourning.