Life Begins After Life Poem by Adams King

I was born to tell sad stories
Of poverty and depression
When the tongue is empty of glories
Failure is the bone of contention

At dusk I sit to tell the moon
How hunger hammers me
Replaying my daily painful tune
This shame I am known to be

When living grows to bring no joy
Death is crowned a great relief
A grand king men have made so coy
Spurs me to become my thief

Tonight before time touches twelve
I shall steal my sweetest breath
And leave my dust upon my shelf
Happier is my life in death

The fie semblance of woe is said
To bring an end to strife
Befitting burial please not the dead
For life begins after life