All Must Die Poem by Barry Middleton

spring is a precious gift
the blessing of a flower
but winter ends its blush
and robs it of its power

for life can never last
be it a man or beast
a king or wretched serf
the mighty or the least

the seasons come and go
the planets turn in space
the universe is dust
within a moment's grace

and love's a living thing
so love must also die
it fades away like dusk
into a darkened sky

so we may shed a tear
beside the humble grave
of everything we loved
that we can never save

but tears will be forgone
along with ecstasy
when every heartbeat ends
that is our destiny