It was never mine if it is gone.
If it comes back, still it can go
what is mine can never be gone.

Temporal nature, temporarily, most things come as a loan
One fine day, all deals be done and I'd be gone.
The body will remain, because it wasn't mine
I'll be fine where I'll be with all that's me and mine,
A new body or none.

It was never mine if it is lost.
If it returns, still it can be tossed.
What's truly mine can never be crossed.

Ephemeral, like morning frost,
Most pleasures come at a heavy cost.
One fateful day, the game will be played, few lost.
The breath will cease, the heart might stop.
For this frail form, the body won't gallop.
I'll be fine where I'll be, with all that's of high importance,
Me, and mine, a soul released, and won.
A new form or none?