Eyes Of Life Poem by kendall cook

Oh woe to those who see life through the eyes of death,
Perfunctory perfection but for a moment,
With but a grasp of happiness seeing the last thread,
Slipping through their fingers they let it pass,
Oh woe to those high atop,
At the crumbling they wish it to stop,
But for a moment they steal the light,
Looking down they smile wide.
We all wish for a grandiose climb,
But the mud is where we are all designed.
Top or bottom its all the same,
Death will always be the end game.
Oh woe to those who seem so bright,
They will never know the sweet delight of the day after the biggest fight,
Where death presisides and life must lie,
Oh woe does death cry.