The price of life

Life, the ultimate frontier,

The only one thing 

We don't mind  to bear;

The one thing we owe, 

Ourness, all kind,

The one in every mind.

Day in, day out,

The end of which we fear,

Future, now and past

The one we revere.

Ephemeral but unique

Bitter-sweet and sour,

That some like, some dislike

Some savour, some devour!

'Tis all but life the means

'Tis all but life the end,

What else is for to live

What else is there to mend?

Every good thing comes scarce

And life is the scarcest beast,

Of all those things you took 'granted 

Cross life off your list!

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What is this world but fake,

Who lives it for truth sake?

An end in self or just a means,

What is this truth we revere;

Is it the idea or just the form

We cater to and so much dare

To deem  it real for all that be,

Or t'is a thought worth the care?