Notes About The Poem
For The Contest, "The Spiritual Gem Inside Me"
Sponsor, Mystic Rose Rose
The Life of Death
It takes its stand the moment we are born;
first breath of life invites its rival, death,
to hand in hand walk on a path that leads,
without exception, to life's certain end.
The cloud of death does shadow all of us
until it strikes...obscure, the why or when.
Expected, accidental, or by choice;
the cycle never fails from start to end.
The older we become, the more aware
of death's awaiting stage we come to be,
as friends and family take hold its hand,
bid life goodbye and watch their circle close.
Life is a borrowed gem, a wondrous gift,
so like a rose that buds, then fully blooms
until at last, it withers in the end
as life and death, their dual chorus sings.
We may live on through afterlife, so clear
for those who do believe, God takes us home.
But also through our children, like the rose,
rebirth, new life comes forth to start again.
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