Natural Life

One may be sick,
One may be ill,
One may die as life progress,
But all shall have chance,
To live and change,
As many will continue to enhance,
With no limit in range,
And you’ll all but overflow,
In an everlasting glow,
Without a backward glance.

When death arrives,
There may come regrets,
That will never be fixed in last minutes,
But there will be no frets,
As the dead have no dents,
However large their tardiness,
Because all will restart anew regardless.