It Doesn't End
Born into this world naked and alone;
I'll leave no mark, not even a gravestone.
In this reality, life suffers strife:
yet I am here to experience life.
Some souls leave footprints for time to erase:
though most blink out, without leaving a trace.
No one will remember that I was here,
that I laughed, got angry, or shed a tear.
Birth imbues a spiritual being
with hearing, touching, smelling, and seeing.
These innate senses, emotions, and thoughts
are ethereal and so can't be taught.
There is much more to life than birth and death;
and it does not end, with your final breath.
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