On Death Poem by James McLain

You are the safest end to all our sorrows say, I Am.
Miserable humans why do thee avoid me in your sleep?
You can not calm the driest sea which suffers, ends no where
Cowards people are not noble when tis filled with fear.
In rest you are my sweet disrepair thy sweetheart sad!
You came time after time and worry whose ambition knew.
To the point of my wet staff of happiness half will know.
And the other half would nix't the joy the art of paradise.
People first and last from that place after time is gone.
And God from He to Eve discharges Adam, your good son.
Sadness from above below around the tree no mercy shown.
This tragic show come rescue me and bath in fragrant oil.
Only thee (a certain thing which some one held before)
He now knows the patient wait is pleasure preconceived.
To loosen life when that is more man can bare, unearthed.
Subtle snake comes from the grave and slides into the hole.
Over there you come and make a sacrifice is good or not.
Then good it does not tempt your badness, tight with fear.
When it is not a crime, can I rejoice my lips are full to take.
Wasteful competition does not bring peace you are troubled.
Lies fiercest warnings do not break the constant joy I bring.
The light of life if it is good, then he I you never know.
And the hungry child none proffered it grows for me to know.