Some Little Thoughts

All men are condemned to die:
The master watchmaker, determining the date;
The body dies and, then, putrefies:
Nature decides the timeframe of this glorious fate.
Man bemoans his ultimate demise,
Fearing the unknown; the darkness; and, the empty plate;
He is taught that death brings happy release:
The transition to the final bed
In which we, all, eventually, must sleep.
In youth, he had his chance at nobility,
But death forced out his last breath: The final, shallow groan.
In days of yore, he empathized with other’s pain,
Failing to recognize his own …
Or fully understand that all life is only on loan.