Mental Nomia Poem by me poet yeps poet

And I do no know why young poets of PH love to speak of death do they want to live bereft or not themselves live nor let others love and rest
they havea feeling that life after death is worth living mindless folks
don't know death is a panacea of all human strife

live and love this life challenge it well
who can ever say
anything about what you may feel in hell
when you are soundlessly dead

I ask them what medicine of foolishness they drink daily
I drink red wine champagne and whiskey
my heart blesses mefor whendie
I won't know others will enjoy or cry

if I leave large sums they will say nice man was he
If I leave nothing behindthey will say see how silly was he

Never mind either way
I shan't know who is saying
WHAT
But to say something thoughtlessly
they were on Earth brought


By just another mommy