I will meet my fate
As you will yours.
Our lives will wash away
On the earth’s forgotten shores.

Our minds do not think
Our last day can be today.
But as we grow old
This idea all but decays.

Some of us often
Live life as an art.
And see death as
Just a new start.

Devon McElveen

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/living-and-dying-6/