A Sonnet, Upon Dying

Life, while precious, is a choice
we take while we can.
Each of us tries to find their voice,
in this unfortunate world of man.

While some of us just fade away,
and others will burn out,
worry not for your statement, this day,
nor your victories, your clout.

Instead, I beseech my fellow man,
to live for every breath they take.
To make their lives the best they can,
lest they should die before they wake.

For all your thoughts, both shallow and deep,
I give these words before my final sleep.