Aye There's More To Death Than Life Poem by James McLain

I have been around and if better things I do
with death of dreams I've found.
From my perch I watch, I have heard the talk
of prolonging life and if I'd ever come.

If by example I would set to rapid of a pace
I have looked upon the empty streets
at the saddest faces that I've ever known.

None call out to me O' death come take my life
they say instead
that I have passed them by, I hang my head.

Street to street, from house to house
none answer to their name
I have called out
and closing eyes, unwilling I explain.

I have no wife, no daughter or a son
I've been proclaimed
by Kings
for those died well
that did not call me back in life to dwell.

Since I'm acquainted with the darkest night
there is no wrong or right
though there is light.