Death stalks from afar,
An approaching storm, an inevitable threat,
Yet my eyes turn to the stars,
So I've no reason to fret.
Life is but a gift that has been loaned to us,
One which may be returned despite our choice,
Choose well, for it is not the length of life you ought to discuss,
But how right a life, then at Death's face you may rejoice.
Each moment of the past lies in Death's grasp,
Many are alive without having begun to live,
Wonder, "At Death's face, will this memory make me gasp?"
Or at the end, yourself you would never forgive.
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Tranquilus, Fortis
Poesía"Tranquil, Strong." A new, growing collection of philosophical poems reflecting on life, and parts of it, encouraging finding inner peace, strength, and growth of oneself.
