We are dust
There's something we share in
Common with all creatures, all kin
Whether by blood or by ties of love
Or piety or anything else above
Or below. And that is death - we all must
Await for this finale - before we are dust
And returned to whence we came. But why
Can it not be now? In this drowsy evening,
Leaving behind sorrow, pain, grieving
Over words harsh, sharp, cutting - virulent
With poison, deadly with hate, arrogant
Self-righteous mien complacent;
Smiles slipping easily its face - self-absorbent.
Why not die now in this slow hour
Unsung, unheard, unheralded like a flower,
Shedding its last petals in the failing light,
And become with sighing delight,
One with Death
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