Morte and Vita

Morte is Italian for death, while vita is Italian for life, this poem is about the way that I see life and death.

One is a beautiful lie,

The other is the painful truth,

One is known to make us cry,

The other seems so smooth,

One is a beautiful lie,

The other is the painful truth.

We begin our tale with the end,

Every living thing is doomed to die,

Your pet, your family, your friends,

He is no reason to cry,

He is the simple if not painful end.

He is the destiny of the mortal man,

In the end he will visit us all,

He will come as soon as he can,

As soon as darkness comes to call,

He is the destiny of man.

One is a beautiful lie,

The other is the painful truth,

One will make us cry,

Making the other seem so sweet and smooth.

Quite the opposite of the last,

This next one is much more bright,

She has had quite the past,

And is often compared to sun light.

It is because of her that we are here,

For us she fights,

She works hard to accomplish her dreams,

It is for all of this that we hold her dear,

Its darkness against light,

Or so it seems.

One is a beautiful lie,

The other is t painful truth,

While one will make us cry,

The other seems so sweet and smooth.

Its the beginning against the end,

Of course in the end, one always wins,

For these two don't really blend,

But when one is over, another always begins.

Author's Note

Oddly enough, when I wrote this poem I viewed it as life being the "sweet and smooth one" and death being the bitter one that makes people cry, but as I typed it out, I thought that it could be viewed as vice versa, depending on the individual reading it. Its all a matter of perspective I guess.