‘Tis said of life
With death
Walks hand in hand,
Yet to this end
A constant threat
Commands,
Such be held fears
Tho shan’t have say
Wouldst linger near
Till life’s expiry date,
Hence ye meant find
In that ensuing place
Said peace of mind,
Held too soon there,
Might we alas discover,
The wonders of life’s fare
The while we be alive!
Poetry on a canapé 
Expiry date, obsolescence or statute of limitation are also a constant threat, indeed !
Great poem !
But beyond the threat of expiry, other fears compose the pattern of truly living, including consequential lack of awareness thru neglect.
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