Rhyme Of Life

What is life? Feels like a knife, But is a dive. A soft little teddy, That everyone wantes But with dirt That no one wants. Thus, hiding flaws With crippled claws Trying to look flawless That no one was. What is death? Looks like a horror, But is a fate Shown by mirror. Now living, But in past. Looking like wraith: Feeling like death. So why not Live in present Before us death caught? So would we resent Death who us got?