Death Is The Last Denier Poem by Shalom Freedman

Death Is The Last Denier



Death is the last denier
It denies us everything
The sun the moon the air
All those we love
It denies us every sweet breath
And all our own impossible sorrows
Light beauty truth
Whatever is blessed and happy in our lives
And all it denies
Even ourselves to ourselves
Death denies us everything here
Let God decide if there is more.

Monday, May 28, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Britte Ninad 28 May 2018

lovely theme- Death denies us everything here Let God decide if there is more. nice 10+++

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Robert Murray Smith 28 May 2018

So, you are starting to realise the truth of being an improbability. So, you die. So what, we all do. Nothing illuminating there. However, to think that an improbability has another improbable future because some ancient minds sewied myths together is laughable.

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