Death To Life Poem by Peter Vector

Love so freely sought yet yearned.
Life so seldom had, but learned.
Destiny so fragile and so frail.
Death so quick, brittle, and pale.

You, Oh men upon this Earth
So many times forget,
What a soul is truly worth.

To choose a choice that has already been made,
To walk on path, whose bricks are laid,
To wander in sorrow and suffer still,
That is the fate of those that be ill,
Or maybe, may your path be bright,
Then fortune looks to you with great delight.

Whatever be your path, or way,
May something or someone guide you along,
Day by day, you’ve seen it all, the same old song.
Until into the darkness you start to fall,
What will it be like inside of this curse?
What will be our thoughts in the hearse?
As crowds swarm by and tear drops fall.
Where will I be after it all?