Death

Today, I am publishing a poem I wrote a good few years ago now. It's called Death.

What is death? A part of life?
Still, like settled waters,
The sharp point of a knife.
Then death occurs.

Expected, unwanted,
A sad way to die.

What is death? A part of life?
Put a seashell by your ear, quiet,
Death of old age.
Perish, wishing for eternal life.

Expected, unwanted,
But it had to happen sometime.

What is death? A part of life?
It scares you,
Knowing your life will end.
Do you wish for eternal life? I know I do.

Expected, unwanted,
It's a part of life, it's after life.

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