Mortality
Yet another poem...
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People, eventually overcome by fatality,
Limited by their own morality.
Everyone has some time,
But could be put to an end with no reason or rhyme.
Afraid to die, many are,
Nervous to be buried or put in a jar.
Fear of the inevitable, no way to avoid it,
But everyone denies it to some extent.
Thinking they are immortal at a young age,
Wondering about life after every turn of the page.
In the Golden Years trying to reconcile,
Before Death comes with a cold, white smile.
Impossible to correct,
Also to accept.
Fear flows where the unknown does reside,
And what could be more horrible than life's last ride?
(Well, here's the least happy poem I've written so far...Woo!)
~Zoo
Limited by their own morality.
Everyone has some time,
But could be put to an end with no reason or rhyme.
Afraid to die, many are,
Nervous to be buried or put in a jar.
Fear of the inevitable, no way to avoid it,
But everyone denies it to some extent.
Thinking they are immortal at a young age,
Wondering about life after every turn of the page.
In the Golden Years trying to reconcile,
Before Death comes with a cold, white smile.
Impossible to correct,
Also to accept.
Fear flows where the unknown does reside,
And what could be more horrible than life's last ride?
(Well, here's the least happy poem I've written so far...Woo!)
~Zoo
