Live each day, as if, the last;
let love be your goodbye;
only this persona has passed;
to soul, death doesn’t apply.
We’re here to build each other;
to strengthen love’s holy bond;
to build up sister and brother;
for future journeys, beyond.
It isn’t a final post in the journal;
not even a time we should cry;
for we’ve been granted life eternal;
and our souls are never to die.
This life is a page in a glorious book;
a fact that few will ever understand;
this life is simply a path you once took;
both birth and death were planned.
Many choose to live it vicariously;
while safely remaining in hiding;
some others prefer it, nefariously;
in dishonor themselves abiding.
Whenever you live it; please remember;
live each day, as though your last;
plan for January; and die in December;
and, your life’s a photo from the past.
However you’ve planned to live;
allow honor to become your guide;
always take, far less than you give;
and forever, in Love, abide.