What is Death?
But what is death,
Except the failing of our breath
And quittance of this troubled world?.
A final end?.
Is death a hope
To loose our mortal bonds and find
Release from imperfection, pain
And human grief?.
Is death a key
Which can alone unlock the gates
That bar us from a better life
Seen dimly now?.
Is death a dawn
Which heralds some delightful day
When life’s calamities are past
Forevermore?.
Is death a birth
Into an afterlife for which
Our minds and souls seem perfectly
Appropriate?.
If death is not
This hope, this key, this dawn, this birth;
If, after death, there is no more;
Why have we lived?.
The question’s too
Subjective. No one knows for sure
Why we exist, though we may hope
It’s not for naught.
All we can do
Is live our lives as best we can
Until we die and then, perhaps,
We’ll know death’s end.
