ABOUT DEATH
Isn't it odd
That such a short word
Means something so eternal?
Isn't it ironic
That such a morbid word
Rhymes with life-giving breath?
Isn't it tragic
That such a real, final word
Touches children, our future, each day?
Isn't it sombering
That such a grown-up, dreaded word
Plays with my memories, my thoughts, my life?
[July 2001]
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