Cycle of life.
Life, born in the same place as death,
Where the start of death is the same for life,
The next life always one moment away,
Your final breath always one heartbeat closer,
Whether we realize it or not,
For every life in every breath,
We die with the same,
Numbered years and days,
Numbered breaths and heartbeats,
Not for the accumulation of things,
But the rightful use of available resources,
Big or small,
For the most positive effect,
Ever constant betterment of defect,
Let the fear of death never paralyze your living.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
