Man's Inevitable End Poem by Frank Adie

I can stalk a man for a hundred years,
Until I bring him to his abrupt end,
I am a sure nemesis of all flesh,
And I must defeat man at some point.

Men avoid me like a plague,
Yet I follow them about like a shadow;
I am part of what makes them man,
The circle is never complete without me.

I am not as bad as I am painted;
It is my duty to provide rest for tired bones,
And an alternative to those tired of living,
When they sought me via suicide.

You must learn to accept me for what I am,
For the One who created life created me,
I am not an enemy, but a friend;
I am death, man's inevitable end.