the predicament of life (poem)

the title is a name, 

you and me;

we've heard before. 

one way, or another

the words float, 

like bodies in the river, 

the thoughts fly

like time for a parent.

birth is death, 

both the start or end of life, 

mothers die during birth, 

spirits are born after death. 

the cycle is unstoppable

so we call it:

the predicament of life