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Reflecting on Death

Poetry By: Ava Rosien

As one ages, I think we tend to think of death more often.
I look back on my life and realize that I have been given second chances at living several time and am grateful for the added years I've received.

Submitted:Mar 4, 2013    Reads: 23    Comments: 6    Likes: 3   

Along the path of life, I met Death one day.

He did not stop; just continued on his way.

I know not why he chose to pass me by;

but grateful it wasn't time for me to die.


When seen again;I know will be for me;

to linger by my bed; till my soul's set free.

I won't fear him then; after given one reprise;

granted many years; since looked into his eyes.


I've lived, loved; laughed and cried some tears;

when all is said and done; I've given up my fears.

Rich life of loved ones and many friendships made;

I shall go peacefully into his realm of lasting shade.


With age comes wisdom; to know what is to cherish;

it's the passing of life's candle; allowing us to perish.

Mourn me not, nor shed unneeded tears for me;

Death passed me before; but now my soul is free.


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