This morning a friend got a call about a death. Not entirely an unexpected one, and yet, can death be ever expected?
Sometimes a poem says it better than prose so here goes…
Welcome Death
Into my life.
I accept
The inevitability
Of your compulsion.
Your helpless
Intrusion
Into a million lives
Or so.
An ultimate promise
Made before any other.
Kept
After every single one is broken.
Or has just faded away
Into the waiting arms of time.
Into infinity.
Welcome Death
Because it is a promise,
That can’t be broken.
Come,
Because you have to.
With sorrow
In your soft blue eyes.
And your heart
Cold.
With helpless despair.
Life?
Wears me away.
Turns that beautiful baby
Gurgling and smiling,
Into an animal.
That is ferocious
In defending.
Unforgiving
In revenge.
And lies to itself
Mercilessly,
Of the future.
When there is but one.
Welcome Death
If only for your honesty.
Your simplicity
Definable.
Your undivided loyalty.
And only the discrimination
Of keeping your promise
Sooner or later.
Come Death, come.
And if I should cry,
Forgive me.
I have been victim
To the seduction
Of life.
So many lives.
What do you think?