Finding Our Reason For Living

Just like sunrise and sunset, Is our time, life, and sure death. One faces the other from birth, The set departure from this earth. But what is Life for us, really? Is it all pain, tears and misery? Or is it vibrant like butterfly wings Rejoicing in the zest life brings? Are we breathing a dead-end existence, Devoid of all purpose or substance? Have we failed to give love just once, Never knew laughter or how to dance? Each day is a step closer to the end, It's a contract we can never amend. But our life leaves a lasting legacy In affection, in words, and in memory. While we live let us always remember The past we can never recover. Life is a short journey for each mortal, Let's live well because Death is final. Copyright© Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~06.12.17