Poetry, Random Thoughts & Ramblings

Death

Looking out with non- seeing eyes
That was there a time ago
Concealing life that life contained
No longer there but all too see
Love no longer can it give
But exists till memories are no more
They are many and we are few
We become them but they never us
Our future is theirs and theirs is ours
The thought of it chills our bones
And fear clouds our thoughts
Seasons no longer touch the flesh
Pain is no longer what they feel
But we should worry not
Remember they sleep and toil no more
It is our future as was theirs
When it arrives embrace with open arms
For resistance is futile and we cannot win
And remember this for it will prove true
Death is a waiting for all that has breath
So greet him and rest in peace