We All Die Someday Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

It is appointed before the start of days
That every man born of a woman has his fate
A day to be born and a day to die and cross over
In the rites of passage we celebrate life and its givings

If we do grief for those gone and shed tears
We do so on the edge of uncertainty of what's to come
If we celebrate the gift of life in its start or the so-called end
We do so in faith that everything is in the hands of the almighty creator

Nobody what to die but death is brutal in its ways
Sometimes in the most unexpected ways it takes away the hope and love
When we wallow in grief mourning the deserted ones
We might wish that they never left or took us with them

In death there is hope, though we may not see it
Through the moment of disbelief, denial and grief sorrow will take over
But in our hearts let us remember one thing in clarity now and days to come
That life is given and even through death, life is renewed in a better place