A Speculative Concept
When life is coming to an end, my friend,
you learn to treasure this godsend, my friend.
When death has come, you count every second
and every moment you can spend, my friend.
The ruthless death takes all that you hold dear:
your ladylove and your best friend, my friend,
your dog, your money, your unpaid invoices
and, surely, you but let's pretend, my friend,
that death is just a speculative concept
that we have yet to comprehend, my friend.
Copyright © Kurt Ravidas | Year Posted 2019
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