Epicede Poem

Birth gives to Life;
Life gives to Love. Love gives to Life.
Love gives nourishment. Nourishment feeds the soul.

Life is lived short, fast, furious.
Life is lived long, slow, peaceful.

What gifts of life are worth to one?
Gifts of the spirit, which is always good.
Gifts of the soul which leads to love.
Gifts of the world which gives temporary satisfaction.

Some die before days have lived, some die after many days have lived.
For death comes after birth, so birth gives to death.
Birth wraps one in love, yet Death wraps mourning around those that loved.

All this, yet we strive for pleasures that cannot take with when Death calls.

Death, why do you come calling?