If Death Arrives

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If death arrives...
Let it not come as a stranger;
In fearsome garb that cannot be recognized.
Let it arrive gently, softly masked
In the serenity of my acceptance.
For who would readily admit
That death would be a welcome friend?
Who would accept death with joyful abandon?
If death arrives...
Let it come quickly and completely;
Not lingering in shadows of indecision.
No point in pretending it will not happen;
For death is as sure as being alive.
Though death may come softly
It leaves shattered bereavement
On those who must witness it.
Strong men crying like little babies.
Strong women weeping in their souls.
When death should come....
Let it find me ready.

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heatherburns35's picture

IF DEATH ARRIVES

when death shoud come....
let it find me ready.

quickly and completely..

I pray.

great poem  Chris..

vilmazab's picture

great piece, reminds me of my

great piece, reminds me of my own mortality, but will I ever be ready when it comes? Thank you for sharing...

wishful_thinking's picture

"If death arrives... Let it

"If death arrives...

Let it come quickly and completely;

Not lingering in shadows of indecision."

 

This is a beautiful poem.  Speaks of contentedness, without needless filler or explanation. Not a word missing. Not a word unneeded. Beautiful!