Life and death

looking at life and death

To contemplate life and death, isn’t the same?

Life is but the face of a quarter’s face,

The richer one, the one who holds the fame;

Guitar player, singer, but never bass.

Death is but the whisper of the cold wind,

When loud music is being played in a house.

Like the stars that beyond our view align;

Forgotten cat who ate the big brown mouse.

For there are living people that are dead,

And dead people that today have life

Like the most simple books being widely read,

And the genius ones lived, but not saw life.

So isn’t life death, and death life reverted?

Live it and die it you are deserted.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[M. L. F.]

Wow.... This one is epic... You have a creative way of stating things....

[Somnium]

thank you! appreciate your comment.

[M. L. F.]

Appreciate your writing ;)

[Pryde Foltz]

Perhaps it is the filter of our mind that lends or robs life from life. An intriguing write, Somnium:)

[Somnium]

thank you for the comment