Death's Battle

Death's cruel hand snatches.
He takes without remorse, he leaves without remorse.
We fight him on all fronts; physically and mentally, medically and spiritually.
We have won battles, lengthening our lives,
but with all battles their are casualties.
And I fear this is a war we cannot win,
or should want to win.
You may want to live with your loved ones for eternity,
but what of the peaceful end,
the fragile beauty of a life well lived.
For as long a deaths hand snatches,
we shall attempt to fight.
For humanity's sake we strive for unneeded perfection.