Death He Frowned Poem by RIC BASTASA

if we stay here, let us have compassion

compassion for our blindness, thinking that we are much better than the rest
of the herd,

let us too, have pleasure

that pleasure of exchanging pleasantries

thoughts that boost our desire to go on living, to keep our sails smooth,
ourselves whole, and never diminish our sense of humanity,

for after all, we are all here for some reason, some reasons that we still want
to discover,

let us too have that sense of humility,

not for anything else, but we just don't know what happens next
for instance, a friend just died, and he missed that trait.

death he frowned.