A MATURE MAN'S RESOLUTION OF MORTALITY: AN INEVITABLE END TO LIFE'S INESTIMABLE PLEASURES

                

                   DEATH  

Prologue:

“I DO NOT WELCOME DEATH… LIFE IS WHAT I KNOW…

IT’S WHAT I CELEBRAE…  A HOME FROM WHICH,

I WILL NOT WILLINGLY GO…”

           

Sermon:

If I could die reveling midst a farewell speech,

occasioned to free my soul,

i would submit…,

but  in that un-promised hour,

rolling with the unpractised script of earthly dalliances,

i would be loath to quit,

if life became a hardship so torturous to abide,

that only death could comfort me,

i should not submit,

owing that choice to death,

I’d render my goodbyes in the last gleam of brilliance,

my life could get…

if death were a well-planned ceremony,

populated by earnest friends,

i’d  almost take it’s hand,

and if deaths advancing footfall granted power,

to outlast all remembrance,

I’d be a legendary man,

  

this life bade me follow every passion in my soul,

with a mind too free for guilt or regret,

to stay my hand,

therefore, every nuance of my being is defined,

not by death,

but by the testament of living as a man…

                            FIN

               BIGDADDY BLUES

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