Poem by: Dmonik
Submitted: May 16, 2007
Father, can I ask you a question
Please don't answer with a lie
It's something that's bothered me all my life
Why was I born......to die?
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Wow. For such a short poem, it's very deep! And very thought-provoking. I'll think of this little verse all night!
Thankyou very much. I was origianlly going to make it longer, but to do so would have damaged it I think. It's short, and straight to the point....Why were we born to die? Thanks for your comments :)
I've always thought about this - but i have never asked myself that question. It's sort of a haunting question. You know your destination but you just don't know when you are going to reach it - Something beautiful ends with extreme sadness. It's true what celeron2 said and i'll definately be thinking about the question before I go to bed. OHHHHHHHHHHHH - I really hate the thought of knowing i'm going to die - of knowing that everyone that I know and love are going to die - It's sort of like a question that everyone hates to ask themselves - the question everyone dreads.
Well carry on with the good work - I better go and find something to take my mind of this topic before I breakdown.
LOL. Thankyou very much. It's a subject that is taboo, yet vital. We are not immortal, though many of would like to believe we are....Hell, I'd love to be around forever just to piss everyone else off lol. Have fun trying to change the subject in your mind :)
death does not start when one is old, but the second one is conceived. a touchy subject, but you've certainly dared to ask the one question everyone fears to ask.
True, death does indeed begin the moment of conception. As for daring to ask, I don't know why we, as society, completely shun the inevitable. It's pointless, it's gonna happen, deal with it! Thanks for your comment :)
Ah, this hits you right in the center!
Thankyou Dear Leesah :) Glad you like
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