Joshua Johnson

(1995 / Charlotte nc)

Death I Do Not Fear


Death I do not fear
Because it will come one year
Live forever I will not
For everyones fate is to die and rot

Fearing death is a waste of time
For this is how I felt when I wrote this rhyme
Though I wish to live forever you see
Death is only for an eternity

So on a rainy day in a graveyard
Please send no flowers, pictures, or cards
For death did not scare me in life
And my death was natural with no gun or knife

Submitted: Friday, May 08, 2009
Edited: Friday, April 08, 2011

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  • George F. Hunter (5/8/2009 8:36:00 PM)

    Nice poem in rhyme. 'Death is only for an eternity' Good line. And remember that before you were born was also an eternity. (Report) Reply

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