Optimist?
You cannot fool me, Death, with your façade
Of mystic power and stern finality.
Others you may, perhaps, through grief delude
For, in distraction, reason’s clarity
Can be confused. Of this I am convinced;
When your sly fingers steal my latest breath
I’ll briefly sleep and then, refreshed, will go
Onward in everlasting health and strength
To live a life not fraught with cankering care,
But love and peace abounding everywhere.
So do not try to bluff me with your false
Air of omnipotence!. For you just guide
Me from the troubles of this humble state
Into a place where timeless joys await.
