A Life Well Lived

A life well      lived

   One 

    When at the      end

    We can look      back at

     Without telling ourselves      any lies

      Without playing      pretend

      And feel it        within

      A peace from a life        well lived 

      One with no       regrets

     Perfectly     content    in our      last moment . . .

There is no need       to fear the end

    If we know      we didn’t just live

   But that

     We were     in fact

           Alive 

To face     death

    With our    chest      out

    And our chin     high

    Because we were    alive

     We didn't just waste       our time

     We pushed       our bodies

  And grew         our minds 

    We lived a life    we were     proud of

    We took     chances

     And loved    well

     When we     die

    It’ll mean something      to us

    If we can      look back

And honestly      tell ourselves 

     We tried

We really tried

    We failed

We cried

   We cared

We loved 

   And we died

We will able to     feel like

     We were truly    alive 

To live   a    life      well lived 

Is how we can boldly face     death

    Despite the dive into the    unknown

Where fear     grows

   We can be     bold

   If we     have chosen     to live

A life      that was     well lived

A life we made     our own 

   We will have      turned a house

Into a     home

    We will have made     a dog

A pet

    We will have learned        from our mistakes 

  And dared      to be       great

So we don’t       regret 

   What we’ve       done

And we           embrace

    What comes        after death

When      we die

  A few will      cry

    A few will      miss us 

  A few will      ache

But 

   What if death      transcends time?

What if we stay     alive     in the mind of     those that     loved us?

    What happens     next

After our inevitable       death 

     Is a mystery

One that the collective history 

   Can’t solve

A mystery     religion gives     us answers to

   To live

To die

   Just for

A promised afterlife

    Is a bitter    bite

Out of the apple 

   Can we    live our best life     while waiting for       the next one?—While longing for     the next one? 

     Is there any    peace     in that belief?

Or just

   The denial

Of

    death?

The denial of death 

    Is a trap

That the young 

    Fall into 

So easily 

   Turn and face      your dragon

And peak into     the abyss for     a minute

   There is no         escaping it

The reaper comes      to collect us all 

    So give it      your all

  Pour all of     your soul

Into your life 

     Before your     inevitable fall 

   That is all.

CH 10/15/25