I do not fear death,
At least I do not think so,
Is this thought the folly of youth’s flow?
I will only know when grasping for my last breath.
Once six feet under, closest above, body beneath,
I hope to have lived with virtue, elbow to elbow,
Found my darkest fantasies, brought them out of the shadow,
Infected kin with unabashed spirits, wealth, wisdom I bequeath.
After authenticity accomplished, ambitions achieved,
Progeny of children raised with love and guidance,
Embodied serenity when challenges came my way,
I will welcome the grim reaper to my table, let him feed,
With my soul finally free, cut from body with scythe in this dance,
I ride into the night, death being another part of life, another day.
This post originally appeared on my website.