Those Enamoured By Death Poem by Francis Duggan

Those enamoured by death who of immortality dream
Suffer of delusion or so it does seem
For in the scale of time everything seems to fade
And the dead cannot witness their memorial parade.

Any normal thinking person be it woman or man
Would wish for to live for as long as they can
When you draw your last breath you will not hear the sobs of the tears
Or it will not matter to you if you are forgotten in weeks or remembered for years.

When the breath of life from their bodies it forever has gone
Those with inflated egos hope their fame will live on
But the living to the dead never drink a toast
And life is the thing that to us matter most.

It has to do with the ego just that and nothing more
This dream of a life beyond this Earthly shore
And even fame has on it a use by date
So life is the thing we ought to celebrate.