Death Lives Poem by Claude H Oliver II

Death Lives



In order for life to live
Death must live
Death is the broom
Clearing space for life
Removing detritus of old lives, broken and injured lives
That new life may grow, flourish, thrive
Pondering these
I see my own demise
Whether out or in
Inevitable - yet welcome.

8/14/2012

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