Whether or not what is done,
For the living, candles seldom halt to burn.
Ever heard an inhabited world's place
Where they don't kids of diverse ages raise?
Octogenarians hasn't, septuagenarians nor?
My faith I have opined what can marry,
With many's words' real-- that never vary.
The flame can't blow off because a ship was blown in Hawaii,
Or there's economic crunch and thus no lunch in Tennessee.
Unrest of Africa's few states and the Middle East,
Bars not a White House new members' feast.
A beloved of one may pass away,
And tomorrow for them must be a day.
Be it sunny, rainy or icy,
Night somewhere must be made spicy.
Clothed with bright non-wearing years in life,
Neanderthal's descendant must have or become a wife.
As for age and other grounds homos die,
On midwives' palms invaluable news lie.
Who will beat this timeless, so sure a campaign,
That ensures the endlessness of life's chain?