Guilty of what he did
He joined his friends
To a drinking spree
Hoping to set
His conscience free.
He gulped down wine
With lightening speed
He appeared NOT fine
In everything he did.
Rounds and round
Unfortunately he choked
Fell to the ground
His friends were shocked.
He had wished himself dead
Now he is
After living in dread,
Is death a life of ease?
A nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
IS DEATH A LIFE OF EASE? What a difficult and high level question. This poem highlights the beauty of poetry as a special field of art. Lovely poem. A having fun tonight.