Death Be Not Proud Poem by James Donovan

A loved one dies, a wake is held, and friends all euologize
They try to tell you death can be a blessing in disguise
They say it's probably for the best, that this is their belief
They offer you their sympathy, to try and ease your grief

Friends all offer healing words, but you can really see
That they are thinking to themselves 'I.m glad it isn't me'
And all their sympathetic words can't heal your broken heart
For death has come in like a thief and torn your life apart

To say that death's a blessing is a travesty at best
For death is not a hero, he's a coward not a guest
No, death is never welcome while we still value life
When he cuts into your heart it feels just like a knife

Tell your friends that death is just a villain and a fraud
Put death on no pedestal, let no man death applaud
Don't call death a blessing, but cover him with a shroud
Let your friends all know that Death should not be proud.