Velma G. Robinson
Is Death Bad - Poem by Velma G. Robinson
I stood there beside the casket of a loved one that had gone.
I knew I should feel sorry, sad and forlorn.
But somehow I felt happy and almost content.
For I knew he had gone to his heavenly home.
And even now he was reunited with his loved ones gone on.
So why would I cry and be unhappy when I was sure he was glad.
Why should I think that death was so bad?
When now up in heaven he was happy and gay,
Not for a while but for aye.
No more will he be unhappy,
No more will he be sad,
No more will he feel pain or even feel bad.
How much better off was he than I as I stood there and looked.
I was sure he wouldn't be back,
Not for anything in the book.
So I just whispered a goodbye to him
And went on my way more determined than ever
To meet him someday.
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