Sad facts

Maybe death is somewhat like a birth
Forces from elsewhere possess our souls
And in the end, we all must come to earth
No need to work on any other goal

Who decides that one child must be born
Although it has not  grown for 40 weeks
And what a fear when from the womb it’s torn
We don’t remember as we could not speak.

Nature’s wild and lets so many die
As if like sperm, the eggs are well supplied
The well of tears will not like deserts dry
And we’ve lost  the meanings with our guides

As infants in the womb must not fear birth
Acceptance of sad facts brings happiness