Until death beckons

Life and death the inseparable pair

In the former, all is fair

Beyond the latter, we despair

Ironically, some think otherwise

The former and latter each happen once

Whether fair or despair, we exist to pay the price

From cradle to grave

We live, both the fainthearted and the brave

Life and death are a must

Move on, Press on, Live on

Rise up and grind hard

Take that bold step

Be carefree, fear no mistakes

Be grateful, stay faithful

Growth fruitful, live happily

Forgiving and Believing

We may live long but we die in a dash

Then everything will disappear in a flash

Smile when you can and blush if need be

Let's share the laughter

Before dreams shatter

And we don't matter anymore

Hence, let our today matter more

We have much, so life and death expect much in equal measure.

Until death beckons, be life's beacon!

Credit: Etsy

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