Life and Death.
The two enigmas
that nobody ever
held the wisdom
to make sense of
yet..

Yet, still we live.
Still we observe
our loved ones die.
We do our best
to keep on living..
never knowing
whether our
own hour looms
above us, far or nigh.

Whether
The Perished Ones
observe us back
from lofty skies
remains unknown
to us as well,
from ancient ages
to our present still.

If they could see,
however, all the many
bitter tears
that we now shed
for them..
I reckon that
they would’ve wished
upon us strength
of will..
to overcome
the grief of living
in their stead.