Death - Whispers of a Final Breath

The ultimate truth, a silent guest,
A shadow that lingers, never at rest.
Some see an end, a final breath,
Others a doorway beyond mere death.

Is it the pause that makes life bright?
A fleeting spark in endless night?
Or just a passage, a gentle call,
To something vast, beyond it all?

Loss carves deep, an aching space,
Echoes of laughter time can't erase.
Fear and sorrow, love and pain,
All entwined in death’s refrain.

Yet in this grief, a light may bloom,
A softened heart, a widened room.
For every loss, a lesson sown,
In memories held, we are not alone.

But death is not just sorrow’s weight,
It asks us how we’ll shape our fate.
What will remain when we are gone?
A whispered name, a love passed on?

Not wealth nor stone will mark our place,
But kindness etched in time’s embrace.
So live, and love, and leave behind,
A legacy of heart and mind.