Life Poem:

Life, what a beautiful gift,
But sometimes it can be a heavy lift,
Then we have death, the end of it all,
It sure can be an awakening fall,
But every good thing comes to an end,
Life isn't something you can mend,
Atleast, not after it's gone,
It's not something to dwell on,
You'll see them later,
In some place better,
And when you meet your end,
I'll miss you, my dear friend.