The Day You Were Born, You Begin to Die...4/05/23A Poem by chuckIt seems to be a cruel hard fact
Life and death are companions at birth. The day of your birth, the world shouts out to you about time speaks to you silently about the beginning of the end. The shadow you cast is the shadow of death. No one knows the amount of time you have on your journey through life. Life walks side by side, hand in hand with death The cup of death fills up as life's cup empties Life is the unknown. Death is the inevitable. There will be a final curtain, birth is just the opening act to a play that will have no encores. Nature has shown us that life is nothing without the knowledge that it's temporary, there is finality. Life diminishes if thoughts are surrounded by the obsession of death.
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