Death

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    Death

    Death

    We all must face this end

    It cares not for your stature or knowledge

    You can be tall or short

    You can be smart or dumb

    It cares not of your age; young or old

    Whether still in the womb


    Or at one hundred and two

    It doesn't see your riches or your poverty

    Not your Mercedes Benz

    Not your middle class home

    Not your scraping just to make it through a day

    It doesn't see your love or hate

    Not your first love


    Not the bane of your existence

    It doesn't see your emotions especially not your tears


    It doesn't see you cry for your loved one

    It doesn't see your frustration at not understanding

    It does not see your family

    It doesn't see parent's pride

    Doesn't see their deep love of you before you were born

    It does not see your friends

    You best friend's heart breaking


    Your friend's tears of denial

    It doesn't see your plans

    For college education


    For success in the superficial

    It doesn't see your will

    To live your life

    To be all you could


    It knows your end time

    And it doesn't care about anything otherwise.

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    jeanpnkldyg commented on Death

    12-02-2010

    "Whether still in the womb Or at one hundred and two" Look into the eyes of someone who is one hundred and two and you will see that they have died a million times plus two. There is no life without the experience of death. I look forward to reading more!

    romina983 commented on Death

    09-23-2009

    a very exact defination of something that is rather undefinable!!!sorry if i spelled something wrong!keep on writing

    dahlusion commented on Death

    03-28-2009

    A lovely chant of realism expressed through a pondering darkness that takes us to the light.

    DeepEclipse commented on Death

    03-17-2009

    Strange that one attribute that Death has that most of us don't is that it is completely unbiased. How real everything gets when you compare it to Death. Well stated piece

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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