Aging pushes you in haste
To munch memories
Sweet of what you had,
And Sour what you did not get,
Tick by tick and moment by moment
Brings you nearer to death
Uncertain, dark, unknown the best,
The most suitable means to check the beast,
In you, and teaches the meaning,
Of love, life and the state of being alive
Creates an urge to reproduce
The copy of you and it is too humble
And full of grace, High and low level all
Close your eyes for a moment
And think that there is no death,
What's the feeling you get?
Is it giving the meaning,
To all things small or big including death?
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Interesting well written statement of meaning, life and death.