The end of life? That’s somewhere up ahead—
Why think of it until it closes in?
Life’s for the living; death is for the dead:
Each day’s a new beginning, so begin.
That’s cheery, positive and partly true,
And I accept we need to live life fully,
Not morbidly fixate then fret and stew,
Which drains the heart and makes the brain grow
Well, let’s agree to seek a compromise:
Acknowledge death may come at any time
And therefore study always to be wise:
Eschew the trivial; find the sublime.
But life’s a mingled yarn we cannot comb,
Nor will it be unraveled in this poem.