21. Death
Death...I know you're always with us,
Wandering discretely in the background.
Watching...waiting...biding your time,
Ignored, for you make no sound.
Death...I know you're always with us,
Wandering discretely in the background.
Watching...waiting...biding your time,
Ignored, for you make no sound.
I like your poem :) I am always afraid of dying. And every time I am reminded of death it send shivers down my spine and I always cry. But now I realize that we should not be afraid of death....
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If and when that tomorrow may come and I am gone,
You have my blessing to cherish life and carry on.
If you must cry for me, cry only for a little while,
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Take a hand
Hold it near
Wipe away
The things we fear
Emotion. Less.
A tall order of contradictions
Compassion
Space
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