This short life we live
toil to end
all we give
beg borrow and lend
some bio written on pages
all thats left
we fall to the ages
the thief; death
some dilligently strive
others roam about
some take a dive
from a boat so stout
will you leave a mark
for all to hear
or you're death dark
evading future ear?
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A couple of mixed metaphors and disjointed syntax do NOT a poem make!