Life can be joy, more than we deserve
But it can be one of epic suffering
We are spark embraced in clay
The future is unwritten
So day by the day, we walk
Every new life should be celebrated
And we do, but we get it wrong
As it goes forward, it does have limits
And for some, all hope is gone
We have milestones to observe
However difficult
We can rise or we can fall
And we can also raise a toast
For the complete cycle of fate
From birth to the arrival of death
Death is not final, but it is required
To enter the next phase of existence
Whatever that might portent
