As I reflect upon life
I decide what a strife
We all make it out to be
When it's not that complex in all actuality                    

Life is rather easy 
First you're born, then you die
Sound simple, maybe kinda cheesy?

There is only one thing
That each person is going to be giving
By choice or chance
Have one last look it could be your last

The end is the reason
As natural as the changing of seasons
It's going to happen
Whenever it happens

There is no true prevention
Only delay, and not to mention    
How horrible everyone thinks it be
When really it is but an end to thee

With a beginning 
There is no winning
It's only a matter of days
And it always ends the same way

This poem's an example of things to come
Just like us, it had a beginning 
And at the end there is none