A poem I wrote while reflecting on the many deaths I have experienced in my life. |
Bury your Dead And let them sleep. Pass on the mourners And let them weep, For their time has come To forsake this Life, To pass on their pains And unending strife. Bury your Dead, Let them not be forgotten Even when their corpse Is rank and rotten Though their physical self May not be there, Let their spirit Fill the air. Bury your Dead For the time has now come To prepare your soul For a world gone numb, For a Life full of hatred And a universe of darkness; For hearts full of sins; For Death and its starkness. Bury your Dead For your time now draws near, But there’s no need to fret And no need to fear, For this time comes I everyone’s Life When they, too, Must pass on their strife. Bury your Dead And tell everyone goodbye, For your day has now come To lay where they lie. Have you told those you love The extent of how you care? Have you let your beloved one know That you’ll always be there? Have you said all you needed to say? Are you really ready to die? Now that you’re lying here, Can you really say goodbye? You’ll never have another opportunity. Death is the final straw. There are no second chances; This is Death’s highest law. So before you become the Dead That others must put away, Make peace with your Life And say what you have to say. For your time has come To forsake this Life, To ease your pains And end your strife. |