The Paradox of Mortality and Immortality: A Poetic Reflection

Subtle shades of similarity,

In mortality and immortality,

As the mind wrestles, with the duality,

Of the finite and the infinite, in totality.

For in both, a revelation is made,

A truth, that cannot be swayed,

And the soul is forever, thusly laid,

In the hands of fate, come what may.

In mortality, a clock ticks down,

As the weight of time, begins to drown,

And the world, no longer wears a crown,

As life spirals, to a final gown.

In immortality, a clock ticks on,

As the weight of time, becomes a song,

And the world, forever lingers on,

As life blossoms, in an eternal dawn.

In both, a path is set in stone,

The choices made, forever known,

And the seeds of life, forever sown,

As we journey forth, with every bone.

So let us embrace, this paradoxical fate,

And find the beauty, before it's too late,

In the fleeting moments, that life creates,

Or in the endlessness, that forever awaits.