The Two Sides Of The Coin

Two sides of the coin
There could never be any life without death
And if there were no deaths there would be no life
This is only the cycle of life and death
Some must die for others to take their place in life
Then others will come to continue their work
I believe that once we accept death as a part of life
It does not seem anymore such a tragedy but the normal
Sure we all miss our deceased ones so much when they leave this life
But there comes a time when the suffering is so great that it is only natural
If we show our appreciation and love to those significant ones while alive
There is nothing left to say but goodbye at all
So remember that you cannot have one side of the coin without the other
And forever cherish the good memories and continue touching the lives of all
Changing lives for the better so their legacy shall never fall
And keep yourself busy doing some kind good work and standing tall
For it is when you just sit there and ponder on it the harder you fall.

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