We die a little every day. <br />Commencing with our first drawn breath. <br />It's what we learn along the way. <br />Prepares us to accept that Death. <br /> <br />Is not the end though we don't know. <br />What happens when we cease to breathe <br />Or where we are supposed to go. <br />Why is it that we choose to grieve? <br /> <br />When a loved one goes on ahead. <br />Perhaps we ought to celebrate <br /> that they are free, but choose instead <br />To weep and wail and rail at fate. <br /> <br />When I die don't cry for me. <br />Instead be glad that I broke free. <br />You can be sure you'll follow me <br />As all must die eventually. <br /> <br />No one escapes this world alive <br />There's nothing we can do or say. <br />No matter how hard we may strive. <br />To alter this in any way. <br /> <br />Sunday,12 February 2012 <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers.<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/absolute-truth-3/
