Why do you burden the living?
It's rather mean to be so unforgiving
For if you chose not to be,
Then people would shout with glee
But wait, do you give meaning to life?
I wonder, are you a beacon of light or a cold, deadly knife?
Perhaps life gives meaning to life,
gvAnd so I shouldn't be so strife
This is quite the riddle,
I'm afraid I'm stuck in the middle.
What are you?
The taker of the old, or the breath of the new?
If only I knew!
But then I think and think...
Of how our lives can quickly sink,
So if one day you shall claim me,
Then I wouldn't be afraid; in fact, I would be free
Dancing in the heavens above,
I would truly feel love.
Like a flock of doves,
And I would feel as light as a pair of floating gloves
