On this bleak November night while sitting by the fire
I wondered perhaps if I might be the next person to expire
Is it not a subject I contemplate all that much about?
But the inevitable will come to pass of that there is no doubt.
I have no fear of dying I can tell you that for certain
We will all at some point leave this stage when they draw the final curtain
This is not meant to be a morbid poem – it is a fact of life
Enjoy life as best you can – causing little strife.
Remember this at all times we were all born to die
There is great reward in being truthful – damnation in a lie
Smile and the world smiles with you, cry and you cry alone
Whenever you are feeling down – remember that friend at the other end of the telephone.
C. J. Black∁β 13/11/2013 20:11:53
Like this:
Like Loading...
Related
Published by Chris Black ~The Poet's Poet~
The published and unpublished manuscripts of Chris Black. A writer from Wexford, Chris has been writing and publishing poetry for over quarter of a century. September 2016 saw his dream come to fruition with the publication of his first book of Poetry and Short Stories titled Same Train, Different Track.
Preferred reading - Autobiographies, the history of the native American Indian and a vast array of poetry books. Continues to write by day and night by giving the sawdust a shake which in turn awakens the grey matter. - has an eclectic taste in music, spent 16 happy years as a radio presenter in a part time capacity while "slaving" away at the coal face now enjoying all that retirement has to offer and more. Tweets @CJBlack2012, on Soundcloud @ https://soundcloud.com/the-poets-poet-1 youtube @Chris Black-poetry-spoken word. You can find his "work" at https://chrisblack2012.wordpress.com If you do happen to drop by do let him know your thoughts, who you are and where you come from - He will in time also pay you a return visit. Thank you.
View all posts by Chris Black ~The Poet's Poet~
Today from the Man Shed 