Poem Inspired by Kindred on Life and Death
Stories
By Archton
All types of stories must come to an end, No matter in what abstract ways they may bend. They all start with paper and end off with paper, And in between pages that we’ll fill out later. What lies in the middle puts them all together, Successes and failures perfectly tethered. But no matter what might have happened before, The end will decipher it once and for all. But nobody knows when the end will approach, For time’s not a promise but only a hope. But tomorrow may not always come and roll in So seize every day, do whatever therein Your actions reflected with no real regret Embracing your life is accepting your death,
As how one dies Shows how one lived.
