Life begins in the womb.
        We’re born to live
                while death lurks;
                        life and death,
                                closet friend and foe.

Life prods our rise,
        death, our fall;
                 each, a sneaky move,
                         claims a right.

Life like a stream flows, 

leased in years,
                in months,
                        in weeks,
                             in days.

Every hour counts,
yea, every minute,  

the last second at 90.

Death shouts Hurrah!
        Life moves on,
                        a victory song:

Jesus, my life, lives!
© 2014 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi

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