Beautiful Death Comes With A Pleasant Life Poem by Keith Sly Simpson

It was a tensed moment
When I felt suddenly, someone was going far away from me.
At a moment I felt I was running backward,
But I didn't know, that time was slipping away from me.
As I lay on my bed, thinking then thanking the things that time I was grateful for.

Just then I found two beautiful angels calling me.

One was in her black gown,
Dead as dark, beautiful as night.
As she called herself, she was the queen of end.

Whatever she covered was never born again,
Whatever she touched was never able to be found again.
She told me that we are born to die,
As she was the one to put an end to everything.
When she called, I found the death near me.

I closed my eyes,
And just then again on the other side,
It was life with her arms wide open, just for me.
Telling there's much more, there's a lot more for me to see.
She was as pleasant, like morning rays touching the ground.
She was other name of love, and all that was beauty.

Both side laid two beautiful goddesses of existence,
Demise of lovely things and creation of beautiful life.

As I was wheeled in emergency,
The two followed me.
Both with a motive to take me,
As I was a victim of one thing,
Sarcoma.

Everybody came out, except me,
I was taken to thee,
With the black beauty I went up to heaven,
With beautiful life leaving me.

In this simple life we all head for currency.
We forget the simple philosophy of life,
That we arrive naked handed, and depart.
As someday we all gave to say goodbye,
We are born in this world to die.
Always beautiful death comes to a pleasant life…