Die Alive

I didn't know what to call this poem but I believe this is suitable.

Die Alive

There be but two ways to die,

You are given majesty to decide.

Of these sense you must make,

Wise be the choice you take.

Death is but inevitable,

Of deeds many be regrettable.

But of this none may exceed,

How? when its Now you decease.

Death’s hands cold, home at last,

Inescapable, due payment long past.

But in this grip be you still?

Or as alive; testament to a living will?

DIE ALIVE