Taboo Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg
Taboo
I find it rather curious
There are some things we don’t discuss,
not even with our closest friends.
As if our peace of mind depends
on the pretence that we won’t die.
Despite its crass stupidity
We know it is a certainty
but do not know the reason why.
Why is to talk of death taboo
.Except to the enlightened few.
Who believe that death is going to
set them free to start again.
Death is a door we all pass through
we should not fear it but we do
12-Dec-08
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5/5/2024 5:47:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very true Ivor. - this is a taboo subject, and the uncertainty is the fear I would say....... I read a thought recently that struck me as sensible, written by Seneca c60ce Rome - 'When you die it will be not because you are sick, but because you were alive' Your piece is going to cause some reflection. Masterful.