The girl's not afraid like she used to be
Of things that lie 'yond the pale
Sailing full mast the seasons are passed
With a stout gust of wind in the sails
And beneath a treed canopy green, today
A summertime girl in-between
Pulled over and let a procession go by
Contemplating just what it means
There once was a time people stopped on a dime
And watched as the mourners rolled past
Now in our hurry to live we are not wont to give
Introspection of life in it's last
Not long between the springtime green and
Wintertime snow that is fallen
It's not a big gap from the die being cast
To the vessel finally broken
We sterilize grief - oh what a relief
Only five stages passed then you're done
No wake in the home, no skin off the bone
No grace that is hard fought and won
Hospital to grave, clean as a shave
All your earthly worries to keep
No death throes at last, no pain as you pass
No watching the grim reaper reap
A moment's reflections and brief introspection
Not too heavy a burden to bear
'Cause there's no way around it
Leave the world as you found it
And live with nary a care.
~Darkling Plain, Sept. 5, 2006
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