You only can die but once, they say,
There isn't a second time,
We carry fears all along the years
When we think, which day is mine?
We envisage that marble headstone
That's indicative of our fate,
Standing erect in some unknown field,
And wonder about the date.
How often we hear that someone said
While trying to be more than brave,
Saturday, April 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: horror