Do you celebrate the old?

Do you mourn for the  youth? 

Or is it vice-versa?

Who can say?

Death comes for us all.

A curse that lays on all.

For we all wait in line, 

To see the end. 

We all hope that the end comes,

Before our turn comes.

Do you mourn the dead?

Do you celebrate life?

Do memories and stories get forgotten?

Have you lived a life worth living?

What is your story to tell?