I Only Fear The Thought Of Death Poem by Francis Duggan

I do not fear death 'tis the thought of it I do fear
And of the death of one I know when I read of or hear
I think of my mortality and time on us doesn't wait
For with the dreaded Reaper I too do have a date
When the Reaper claims the life from me I hope it will be quick
I hope that I won't suffer on for weeks on end feeling very sick
I hope that in a slow painful death Karma will not punish me
I only can live in the now what's ahead I cannot see
'Tis the thought of death I only fear and that may apply to most
But to the Grim Reaper perhaps we ought to drink a toast
Since he does not differentiate any life he does not spare
He takes the life of the pauper and the monarch and of the billionaire
And though only a small percentage of people of years reach the five score
I only fear the thought of death just that and nothing more.