Should I come to die

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Should I come to die, that is the question at hand,
To leave this mortal coil and enter the unknown land.
For Death, he waits with open arms, a grim and solemn sight,
But should I embrace his cold embrace, or stay in the warmth of life's light?

Perchance, we all must face the great and final sleep,
When shadows dance upon our graves, and angels vigil keep.
But is it not in life's grand tapestry that we find our place,
To strive, to love, to dream, to feel, and run life's mortal race?

Ah, Death, thou art a tempting offer, I must confess,
A tonic to life's wearisome toil and endless stress.
But still, my heart doth hesitate, in contemplation deep,
For what lies beyond the grave, pray tell, what secrets does Death keep?

Shall I find peace, eternal calm, in Death's silent embrace,
Or traverse a labyrinth of darkness, a never-ending chase?
Shall I reap rewards for deeds well done, upon my earthly stay,
Or face eternal torment, for sins committed, come what may?

Methinks, it is our mortal nature, to fear the unknown,
To wonder what lies ahead, when our earthly ties are sewn.
But wisdom tells me, though Death may beckon, enticing and strong,
The truest measure of a life is in how we have lived it, and not how long.

For life, it is a fleeting gift, a precious jewel to cherish,
To laugh, to weep, to love, to strive, till memories do perish.
So let us revel in the time we have, with passion and delight,
And when Death calls, we'll face him true, unflinching in our sight.

But as for me, dear Death, I beg your patience, if you may,
For I shall linger here awhile, in life's sweet bouquet.
For in each breath, in every beat, in joys and sorrows shared,
Lies the essence of our very being, a tapestry so rare.

So should I come to die, perhaps it matters not at all,
For life, with all its joys and woes, held me within its thrall.
I'll face Death's icy touch when the time is truly nigh,
But until then, I'll live and love, beneath the open sky.