There’s much to be said

There’s much to be said

For living

Nearly as much as can be

Said for dying

When all is done

All the fun

Of life

Is in its passing

Not in its ending

Although it will

Eventually

Come to pass

Not like passing gas

Although

That too

We expel.

Every death

We can smell

From far away

Further than that

Even more

More than you can

Shake a shitty stick at.

If you so do

Believe in derring-do

You will leap

At the chance

To take one

Or two

Risks

Just for kicks.

What else

Is life for

But for

Living

Loving

And eventually,

Acting

In all good conscience

Like all

Good soldiers,

Dying.