fauxcroft

The ashes scattered upon the floor

Offer scant consolation of a life less lived,

Incinerated remains offer no regret,

Life is something we have to experience,

Through living each day in the present

And living in each day in peace and bliss.

Yet this life was not lived carefully,

It was lived in a reckless manner,

In matter so carefree as to constitute

And encorouge certain risks,

Hence it ended up in ashes.

Peace and bliss to this person was I guess unknown

Now the fuse to their inner light has blown,

And they ended up expiring cold and alone.