Death Is Not Life's Final Breath Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Dear mine know this, death is not life's final breath,
It's but a stage to graves where shadows creep.
And beyond lies an interim, not just a sleep,
Then resurrection's bells ring loud from depth.
Prepare yourself well in youthful vernal prime,
For life's but short-lived blooms that soon decay.
And each soul must face this transient display.
Not wealth nor worldly bonds outlasts this time,
Rejoice not in mere dough, scratch, or fame.
For love and virtue transcend earthly gain,
Prepare your innerself for what do e'er remain.
Beyond this life, where joy is not the same,
Reflect, ere death, on life's affairs well-trod,
And thus ensure your soul's prepared for God.