To Live and Die
A solitary life, a culmination of milliseconds,
Precious minutes stolen in ecstatic joy,
Hours depleted by agonizing pain,
Weeks cultivating patience, enduring
Years unavoidably aging,
A lifetime of dying.
Are we not born to die?
A single organism, seed of limitless potential,
Cherished minutes beholding the
wonders of nature,
Hours of arduous pushing, to birth
the tiniest miracle,
Weeks creating a masterpiece, anxious
Years wiled away in devotion to the beloved.
A lifetime of living.
Are we not born to live?