Journey To Death

A poem a day keeps death at bay as he stands listening to the night,

I sing for in spite of his death, death is listening,

in spite of his heart, death loves,

and in spite of the tears he brings, death will always come.

We are but creatures, subjected to eventual death, but what can we do before death comes crawling, 

before death knocks on our door?

What can we do as death has given us to live out our lives, to explore the universe and to challenge the greatest heights,

We are but humans, given creativity, they gave us a mind of our own, they created the humans with the ability to learn and adapt, giving this ability to others 

yet we are here, as the rulers of earth, or are we?,

We are subjected to suffering, downfalls, pains, loss. 

But from those downfalls from the pain suffering loss, we rise up again, like a Phoenix being reborn as its life burns away,

It rebounds as a new fire, roaring away through rain and snow, if we can stand up again, rise, and adapt, change to what is around us, we will see, for the future has many adventures for us,

but what will we do with the opportunities, given to you by the ones pulling the strings, 

you are a not puppet, you are the individual, with the ability to think, love and be happy.

They say the moment before death comes, our minds are at their clearest,

We have seen many follow death to the other side, with peaceful, even smiling faces.

The opportunities given to you should be taken by you! Chosen by you! Not anyone else, 

for when the time has come, as you step into death’s embracing arms, 

walking on to his boat to cross the the river Styx, the only thing you will have will be your soul, 

your compiled memories and experiences, 

so live a happy life, these memories of yours will be all that is left, 

As you descend from this world, onto the other side, to be weighed against the feather of truth.