There Is Nothing Wrong With Dying - Poem by Francis Duggan
There is nothing wrong with dying in death there is equality
Of the judgements of the living the dead are forever free
All the dead greats of human history are deaf to words of praise
You are free to sing their praises but from their graves them that will not raise.
'Tis only the fear of dying that I do seem to fear
But when I'm gone forever on me don't waste a tear
I do not hope for re-incarnation that I should live again
The Earth will have what's left of me and that includes my brain.
Our lives measured in years and Seasons is not a lengthy span
And it does not seem very long ago since I was a young man
I have not known Utopia but I've lived near Earthly hell
And I do not ask for a eulogy as a final farewell.
From life as I have known it leave me to rest in peace
I only fear the thought of dying and from life a painful release
I hope the Reaper's scythe will be sharp on the day he comes for me
For I do not wish to die painfully and slowly from an illness or an injury.
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