Whispers Of Destiny

Man, the mortal creature of Earth,

Who wanders through life with little worth,

Searching for purpose, seeking to find,

Meaning to his short-lived grind.

But as he roams through life's fleeting hours,

He feels the tug of an unseen power,

That whispers softly in his ear,

Of a fate that he must one day fear.

The knowledge of death, a burden to bear,

For man must confront it, he cannot dare,

To ignore the inevitable end,

That awaits him around life's final bend.

He seeks to know the hour of his demise,

To prepare himself for the final goodbyes,

But the answer remains a mystery still,

As death's hour remains beyond man's will.

He turns to the stars, to the fates and gods,

To unravel the secrets of life's final odds,

But the universe remains silent and cold,

As man seeks to uncover what it withholds.

Yet in the midst of this quest for truth,

Man discovers the beauty of life's youth,

And at that moment, he understands,

That life's worth is not in its final sands.

For even though death may come one day,

Man can find joy in life's fleeting stay,

And though he may never know his fate,

He can live fully and without hate.

And so, man's destiny is not in knowing,

The moment of his life's final showing,

But in living each day to its fullest end,

And finding peace in life's transient blend.