Our Exist
People die in life,
People live in death,
People feel the ecstasy of life, while it lasts.
But not every life lives;
Not every death is dead,
Some are just placed there like on a glass shelf.
From life, we peep into death;
And still, see our loved ones,
Meanwhile, the presence of our, living pals remains needless.
Some of those who live today;
Have been preferred to die,
And some of those dead folks will, still live on forever.
I have seen a dead man's name;
Inscribed on the top of a building,
While many living men only have, their names on plain white, papers.
The bottom line is always this;
While we live wherever we live,
Let the time of our existence make our names worthy of good remembrance.
The way to exist.
Thanks for reading my post.
Cruel y hermosa a la vez.
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