Life

Tis best lived.
For though destined to end,
Its lightest borne by those who
Determine to strive.

Ahead and onward… dawning and rising…

Suffer not
The pain of those who let
Fear, of loss, prevent embrace.
But rather give thyself.

Push things forward… soaring and being…

Neither keen
Nor yearn for that elapsed.
Regret ye not time spent
In purpose found.

Press onward, struggling and reaching…

Brief but blessed triumph!
Falling… into endless night.