Living

Fish will swim, birds will fly,
Life is born, only to live and die
That short time in which we share
Our beings, our minds, of all we're aware
That is life, to be lived or dismissed
There is much of which that may consist
Do we use it? Abuse it? Waste this chance?
Do we spend it on love, or work towards finance?
How we live this life, is a question we all face
Do we respect each other, regardless of race?
Of creed or sex, or any difference found?
Do we let ourselves to others be bound?
No one can tell you who you are inside
No one may know the things that you hide
But when all is said, and all is done
You are not alone, not the only one
We're in this together, for good or for ill
Till our bones grow cold, our bodies chill