Life a loser Death a Winner

We all have to die one day,

Our body then starts to decay,

Whether we are buried or cremated,

This is our destiny, this is already  predicted,

   In our work,  in our life,

   In our happiness, in our             strife.

 We are not in any way   different,

  For this life of ours, is  not   permanent.

 Death always stalks you   and  me,

Only its invisible we cannot see.

Then without warning it creeps upon on us one day,

To just takes us away.

Death comes with great stealth, everyday

Makes us a victim, or a prey,

No one remembers our fame,

Once in a year, they just remember our name.

All that we have earned,

All that we have learned,

Falls by the way side in our journey.

For that is our destiny.

When we are born, also be prepared to die.

This is a truth,  it is not a lie.

 For this our life's journey.

 For this is our destiny.

A question comes to my mind,

When I leave my physical body behind,

 why to befriend life which always Fails.

Ignoring Death which always prevails.

For life is a loser, and Death a Winner always,

And that is the way it always Stays.