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
