Some Live Poem by Francis Duggan

Some live to be centenarians and others do die in their prime
And some even die as young children they are not afforded much time
For to live and enjoy their gift of life people they do die old and young
But in death all good people ought not to be forgotten and their praises ought to be sung.

But none of us are irreplaceable and without us life has to go on
The dead they must go back to Nature and life from them forever gone
And though with all of other life forms we do share a similar fate
All good people we ought to remember and their lives we ought to celebrate.

Some die as children and teenagers and some their fortieth birthday do not live to see
The Reaper one who is not ageist in life there is no guarantee
Some babies are even still born they never see the light of day
Though the wildflowers do not bloom any lovelier on the graves where the innocents lay.

Some live to be very old people eight decades beyond their prime day
Till eventually the reaper does claim them death is part of life as they say
But good people we knew in life in death we should remember and their lives we should celebrate
And their lot will be our lot one day we will share a similar fate.