To everything there is a time that is given
All things must eventually end
All things must die
For new life and new beginnings
We can plead, beg, and bargain
But time and death waits for no man
And no god
Try as we might we cannot forestall the day or the hour of our death
Or anyone else’s for that matter
You cannot stop the inevitable march toward death from the day you are born
So take heart
And treasure every moment as if it may be your last
Or your loved one’s last
And remember that life is not worth wasting on those who aren’t good or special to you.
Death can come at any time so hold the ones you love close
And make enough memories to carry you through their death
For Death leaves a heartache no can heal
But love leaves memories no one can steal
So take this parting wisdom
Be ever ready to burn that bridge when you get to it
Be ever ready to burn that bridge when they no longer cause joy in your heart
Or treat you horrifically on purpose.
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This poem is both a lament and a guide—an invitation to live with intention, love with sincerity, and release what no longer serves the heart. Beautifully done. 💙