while washing the dishes

i do not know

who or why i am.

i have tried my luck,

and done my best.

i think that it is enough

to know what life is like.

i think that

we were all

meant for death.

not because

death

is a grand thing.

but life is.

and death is

the end

which allows life

to begin somewhere else.

maybe

the grandeur of life

is lent to it

by the cloak of death.