Death I Know

Death is one strange thing I know

Having no end to what it can possibly take

It’s like a belly that is never full

And eventually devours all

It creeps up in your dreams, your days and nights alike

And we are all at its mercy the same

Death is a funny thing I know

Funny, for it is frowned upon to mock it

Funny, for mortal souls pretend to be reborn with not a hint of pain that we carry beyond death

Funny, for that sorrow leads me to a path where I lose my faith in the living yet find comfort in a warm hug

I wonder what happens when those eyes shut for the last time

Funny for me, sorrow for you

Death is a jovial thing I know

Happy, for it gives me purpose in living

Happy, for it tells me that all the happiness and pain will one day come to an end and that I must treasure them all alike

Happy, for it helps me to remember those who went before me and cherish the arrival of those who will remain long past my departure

It is but a mere bridge that we cross, to a new start and to a new end, for there is death afterlife and life after death

Happy, for I will never really know it.