Death Speaks
Death wrote a note
To set me free;
You have my vote
To live easy.
Death could not come
To tell me so;
Work well your sums
Go with the flow.
Death sang a song
To help me live;
So I stay strong,
Share good I give.
Death knows my name
And spells it right;
Life's not to blame
For profound sights.
Death helps me now
To live fully;
I know not how
Time without me!
Death is my friend
Who waits for me;
I live fond span
In this body.
Death wears no gloom
But easy smile;
Life must make room
For death to style.
Leon Enriquez
16 April 2016
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2016
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