The epiphany of death
Is like a knock on the door
We dread to open it but
Eventually it breaks in on its own.
Maybe if we accepted it
We would live life awash
Like each day possibly the last
Luxuries not worth the cost.
We all shall leave empty-handed
As empty-handed we came
So why run after money
In the end it is all the same.
The luxuries we seek
Are a comfort to our soul
To keep us occupied
From facing this truth alone.
Yet we arrive to this world alone
And we die alone in death
We are an island all alone
Nothing can change our fate.
To some death seems
The most horrifying demise
Never living fully
For the fear of paying the price.
To other a new beginning
Not ceasing of existence
Like the leaves that fall
Give way for new ones efflorescence.
The rich hoard and hoard
While poor make ends meet.
When on the final road
Death how shall thou greet?
Be it the poor or the rich
All death shall similarly greet
So what makes us different
In the end the same fate we meet.
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Pages In Time: A Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of my self composed poems written through the past few years.
