on the front foot

When

the zest is tough to revive
dim are hopes to survive
heart drags until it tires
tears wither away desires
misfortunes wait in a queue
no one comes to your rescue

Pause.

Death, life's friend, someday
Will take it away anyway
Give it a chance. Another.
Relax. Don't surrender
Muster little courage, friend
World has not seen its end
Mend. Redesign. Take a dip
Roots of life will find a grip
Life will embrace if you would
live it on the front foot