<p> A Reflection on Death</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>We walk this earth on borrowed time,</p><p>A fragile thread through endless rhyme,</p><p>No coin can buy, no plea reset,</p><p>The final toll—the debt of death.</p><p><br></p><p>It waits for kings and paupers too,</p><p>The rich, the poor—no chosen few,</p><p>With silent step and patient hand,</p><p>It claims us all, by fate’s command.</p><p><br></p><p>In whispered winds and fading light,</p><p>It lingers close, just out of sight,</p><p>A shadow cast on every breath,</p><p>The quiet judge that is called Death.</p><p><br></p><p>We chase the hours, the fleeting days,</p><p>In myriad paths, in countless ways,</p><p>Yet none can run, nor hide, nor stall,</p><p>For death’s cold hand will claim us all.</p><p><br></p><p>We build our walls of wealth and pride,</p><p>Yet death sees through, there’s no divide,</p><p>It cares not for the crown or throne,</p><p>The debt is ours, paid all alone.</p><p><br></p><p>Some fear its face, some seek to flee,</p><p>Pretending time is endless sea,</p><p>But in that denial, sorrow grows,</p><p>For death’s truth only wisdom knows.</p><p><br></p><p>It teaches us what truly lasts—</p><p>Not fleeting gold, or fame amassed,</p><p>But love that lives in hearts we touch,</p><p>The bonds we forge, the lives we clutch.</p><p><br></p><p>The laughter shared, the tears we dry,</p><p>The gentle words, the heartfelt sigh,</p><p>These are the treasures, deep and rare,</p><p>That death can never fully snare.</p><p><br></p><p>Yet grief remains, a heavy toll,</p><p>When death takes back the precious whole,</p><p>A void, a silence, sharp and deep,</p><p>A wound that time can scarcely keep.</p><p><br></p><p>But even in that pain profound,</p><p>A greater truth is often found—</p><p>That life’s brief flame must brightly burn,</p><p>That every day must teach and turn.</p><p><br></p><p>The inevitable debt we owe,</p><p>Is not just death’s cold, final blow,</p><p>But the call to live aware, awake,</p><p>To cherish more than we could take.</p><p><br></p><p>To mend what’s broken, forgive the past,</p><p>To build a legacy that lasts,</p><p>Not in monuments of stone,</p><p>But in the kindness we have shown.</p><p><br></p><p>So do not fear this silent guest,</p><p>Nor bury life within your chest,</p><p>For death is but the closing door</p><p>To endless peace forevermore.</p><p><br></p><p>Until that hour comes to be,</p><p>Live boldly, love relentlessly,</p><p>For in the debt that death will claim,</p><p>Is life’s true purpose, and its flame.</p>