From our moment of creation
Till our last day on this earth,
Comes the search for things eternal;
Moving forward from our birth.
If truth be told, we all have fear,
This communal bond we share.
The rich, the poor, the weak or strong
Have this cross that we must bear.
'Tis not the fear of life, of love,
Or the trials that we shall meet.
It is the ever pressing threat
Of the fate we all must greet.
To think on death as quick release
Perhaps, would appeal to some.
What grips my heart and soul would be
The mystery yet to come.
On the dark side of tomorrow,
When the reaper takes his prey,
I hope to say O! death be quick
And I'll be on my way.
Excellent Joseph, and yes, it is something none of us can escape, and we all hope for a quick and easy demise, very well written and rhymed. Great stuff.
It's the one thing that makes us all the same in the end. really like this, a great poem.
Death is a doorway that we all must enter. Some may die peacefully, others violently. Accidents, drownings and so many others means. Man born of a woman is just of a few days. The more we realize this and accept it the better off we will be. Don't worry about tomorrow just live for today. Excellent!
I simply loved this poem, especially because of its simple and straightforward way of expressing things...
I fear death as I have no faith. It is a curse, but I don't believe in them!
A Master Piece. I rank this poem along side OZYMANDAIS, WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS, O CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN! ...It is indeed a poem from A Master Poet. Thanks for sharing such a beautiful work of art. Keep it up.
..death is something inevitable....a truth known to all who are born, but it is far more difficult to accept........ Yet we can die peacefully and attain eternity, if we commit our lives to the purpose of lighting other's lives....................lovely write
Well written Joseph. It's strange, but if you think about it, every hundred years or so, the population of the earth is completely renewed. Like you say, none can escape death, and what lies beyond is indeed a mystery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written Joseph. The calm acceptance of things to come. But Go not gentle into that goodnight.We have poems to write, and there is always something good just around the corner.