We Live To Die Poem by Khalid Sulaimon

We are born to breathe,
to live, to chase,
to dream and achieve,
yet in the end, to die.

Life is a clock
that ticks toward man's end,
every second fading
like flames in the wind.

We walk the earth as guests,
treading soil that will one day claim us.
We gather wealth, we count digits,
we buy luxuries and call them ours;
but in the end,
the ground owns us.

We plant seeds,
we cut weeds, we feed the land,
but in the end,
we too are planted like seeds.

We live each day
to love, to lose,
to stumble, to rise,
to win and rejoice,
yet still, to leave one day.