Sonnet: Love Others When Alive

Pre-occupied is man in worldly gains; Who knows when comes, sudden, cruel demise? Most men forget the few celestial lanes, As virtues get overtaken by vice. None try to ever see, when one's alive; They flock to take part in his funeral rite; Some posthumously too may still arrive; Pity, there's none to even pyre light. The world today is moving in false ways, No more are people bound by love that's true; Their actions have just money in its base, For success, men, the evil spirits woo. So, cheating others is the common trend; No Man to God, a good Man can pretend.