With no life there can be no death,
without death, no life.
How can you feel happy
without first feeling strife?
If there were no winter,
then how could spring come?
If no days were cloudy,
we couldn’t appreciate the sun.
With rain comes flowers,
with worry, relief.
and how can you heal,
if you’ve never felt grief?
True knowledge is learned,
only through mistakes.
And what could be real,
if nothing were fake?
Those who try to avoid death,
also avoid living.
For death is inevitable
and there is no reliving.
Don’t waste your life
worrying about the inevitable.
life’s just to short,
and what will come, will come.
Copyright ©2001 Terri John
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