Contemplation Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

Do you at times but wonder why we're here?
Or more important, how? Or e'en till when?
How great a legacy left when we are gone!
How hard farewells when filled so oft with fear!
For grandeur, glory, fame; to deem a peer:
Oh man shall lose his soul, dive deep in sin,
Be hollow then inside, and rot within,
And in the end remains a glass veneer.
Oh once they're born, mature, and poof, they die,
Whilst hoping, having, blindly, faith in fate:
It might yet help when one is ought to strive;
O Wasteful Eyes, dread not the end is nigh!
Not long ago I've sat to contemplate:
The trick's to live, not only be alive.