Life is such that uncertainty is key

Yet in desires, wishes are found

And out of seeking, a joyous sound.

What might be, will be, well and wealth in the spree.



If right is truth like our youth,

If life can be seen through without strife,

If the future was already under nurture,

Then is it memory of mortality that plucks white roses' petals?



For purity is said to be close to godliness

And so isn't worth the pain like cleanliness.

Yet with at least an arm that isn't sullied

Touch upon heart and soul can express shared destiny.



What is right must be heard and understood

Or chaos comes in and reaps like the flood.

Seeking some values and loyalty with love

Find what might end ambrace like a dove.



Life is such that uncertainty is key.

Yet we mustn't forget two words,

As failure to include them wouldn't be our own world.

What is, will end, red poppies that spell memento mori.