Those who take life have no understanding of the prize:
The measure, treasure, pleasure of existence’ meaning.
Those who take life too grow older,
Too regret if they are wise,
Realising one day everybody dies,
Including they themselves.
Life’s triangle from the first indrawing breath –
Birth and death
and all between,
One meaning being to prolong
One’s own and creatures weak and strong;
To NOT take but care for each form,
Our fellow humans the first norm.
Life, birth, death and all in between –
What comes thereafter to be seen,
The how, when to be left for then;
Is ever speculation.
Now has beauty, and our duty
Is to see and cherish every blemish,
Not diminishing the self or others.
Love and caring, action sharing;
All you need to make life better
Is this creed and poem, a letter
Aimed at those who dare
take life.
Letter To Those Who Take Life 6.23.2019 Birth, Death & In Between III; Arlene Nover Corwin✍️
Arlene Corwin Poetry 