Kevin Eykholt

Life And Death

What does it mean to die?
Why do we even try
To strive to solve the mystery of death
Before we breathe our last breath?

What does it mean to pass on
When our souls are long gone?
Leaving our bodies sick with death
After we’ve breathed our last breath.

But on the other side
Sits life and it takes pride.
In making miracles, unlike death
Granting people their first breath

It can be seen with the light of each day.
It can be heard when the birds chirp in May.
Life brings hope. Life brings pleasure.
Life is every one man’s treasure.

The gift of life is a wonderful thing.
Its value forgotten by the living.
But when people grow closer to death,
They begin to cherish each and every breath.

But like a light in the dark,
Or hunter and prey, or minnow and shark.
Together, forever exist life and death.
Forever, together as we draw breath.

Along a dirt path with no start, no end
Exist two things following a trend.
Hand in hand walk life and death.
An endless cycle, first life, last breath.


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