Because we are born
because our parents may have loved
Some die because they have someone to bury
something to leave, something to fill
Others die because they have lived enough
as if dying was like living
We have to live before we can die
as if dying was like denying
Nonetheless we have to die
not as much as we have to live
as if living was like dying
We always have something to die for
lovers die all the time
as if loving was like dying
some love to die
others die to love
some love until they die
others die because they cannot love
Why do we die?
Because everything dies
everyone dies
Shakespeare will never die
as long as To die to sleep
to sleep perchance to dream
ay there’s the rub
for in this sleep of death
what dreams may come
is cited by someone somewhere
in the middle of the night
as part of a dream before the long sleep
as we stop dreaming of everything
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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