The Just And The Unjust

That which is born

Dies.

No explanation point

Just a period.

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Whether it goes

With a whimper

Or a bang,

It goes.

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Death comes to the just

And to the unjust.

To the kind

And to the cruel.

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Alas, all good things must pass,

But blessed be,

So must all the bad.

No matter what

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This too shall pass.

The old to makes way

For the new

The new to become old.

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There is nothing

New Under the sun

As the Preacher said

So long ago.

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You cannot have

Your cake and eat it too.

To live the day

You must let it go on its way.

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If you try to cage the wind

Sadly you will find

You can only keep air.

A breeze must be on its way.

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To make a cake

You must break the eggs.

To be on your own

You must leave home.

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If it comes, it comes to go,
And as Bobby said,
"He who is not busy
Being Born is busy dying".
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It will come to pass.

Know that nothing lasts

Beyond its appointed time,

If you are born to hang you cannot drown!.

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True it is

That your reach

Should exceed

Your grasp,

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But it is so unrealistic

To believe that you

Will grasp everything

 Reach for.

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And many times you will find

Before you can reach for this

You will have to let go of that.

As you change and redefine

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What it is

That you are.

You can be lucky

Or you can be wise,

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For it is through mistakes

That wisdom can be found,

And if you are so lucky

As to never make mistakes

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It is just a lucky fool

You will find yourself to be.

And if you do not learn

From your mistakes

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You will find that

You are naught

But an unlucky fool

Trapped in making the same

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Mistakes time and time again

Until you learn

A way to avoid them

And chosen a different way.

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But if you take too much to heart

The adage

"Look before you leap"

You just might find

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œThat he who hesitates

Is lost. It is a balance

You must find between

Impetuousness and prudence.

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Enjoy the good,

Knowing that it must leave.

Endure the bad

Knowing that it also must leave.

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If naught else

Death will take

It away.

And in the grave

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There is no joy

No sadness or hope,

Neither tears nor laughter,

Not even the resurrection is known

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Until it comes

At the end of time.

Until that day

Life is for living

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Live each day as

Full as you can.

And this advice I freely give

Please look to find

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As much pleasure as you can

In the mundane,

For it is in the prosaic

That you spend most of your time.

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Rexx