On My Twenty-2nd Birthday Poem by Leaking Pen

Went to the graveyard one day
On my twenty-2nd birthday
Seeking, searching for an answer
That's been haunting me like cancer.

Why do all Men end up here?
Including Me one day I fear!
Why do all Men end up here?
On my life, it is true I fear!

I gazed to my left and saw,
An opening in the chamber of Death,
With great determination to know,
I walked over, holding my breath!

Coffins upon coffins were piled,
Some in brown, other in gray, and one in white,
With one breath in me I felt misled,
To a world of lifeless night.

Bodies of the dead,
Sleeping in the grave,
Where skin, flesh are shed,
Where worms, flies are fed,
Where Death is so brave,
Ruling by night, Ruling by day,
Life its eternal salve!
No escape! Is this the only way?

Bodies of the dead,
Speak clear to me,
Bodies of the dead,
Is this the great finale?
Of Man's destiny?
Disgusting smells, Rotten flesh, Decaying bones,
As if pleading with the winds,
I hear no answer!

Dedicated to Vincent Price, Christopher Lee and Edward Allen Poe
Copyright Leaking Pen 1970's series