Between Birth And Death Comes Life Poem by Dorsey Baker

Life comes from a begin
Sooner or later
It becomes an end
No sound of a voice
Can ever again be heard
NO monster can frighten

Beauty that once was
Can no longer impress
No finger can touch
No breath will be flowing
That flowed

The wind cannot be felt
Against your back
Or heavy upon your skin

Life is just
A moment fleeting
A bird without wings
It's life that we live
Death that we die
The darkness is coming
As the time passes by