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Saturday, August 4, 2012

A Modern Stoic Looks at Death (or Untitled)

A Modern Stoic Looks at Death (or Untitled)


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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