'' Everyone Dies '' Poem by Bri Mar

This gift of living,
Can be taken away,
It can be so unforgiving,
Any time any day.

Young or old,
Who is it decides,
We're never told,
The creator hides.

Lifestyle choice,
Is ours to make,
We do have a voice,
Is it give or take?

Happy or sad,
To skive or toil,
Sane or mad,
Be free or embroil.

To ignore or assist,
Which one are you,
Get involved or resist,
Which will you do?

Happiness and contentment,
Joy or the blues,
Bitterness and resentment,
Win or lose.

A fact of life,
Is the subject of death,
Whether joy or strife,
You'll take that last breath.

Living though a gift,
One rule it applies,
Be it long or swift,

‘' Everyone Dies ‘'