A Subtle Rhyme

From piece of sperm to blood clot to child birth,
We came with tears,
All born with fears,
To life of mirth
And life of stress,
We live, we learn,
To sin, we yearn,
Live to impress,
Forget our worth,
Act like life isn’t short and isn’t turn by turn.

In here, you jockey and wait for your turn,
Know your true worth,
Quit to impress,
Don’t stop to yearn
To know, to learn,
Save you from stress,
Enjoy this mirth,
Bury your fears,
Find joy in tears,
To slaves, masters: Death is end of all birth.

Wildkhard [TA]