A Wise Death
One day I chanced to walk by a spirit of a dead man,
And he looked unto me with wizened eyes
And he asked "Child, what is life to you, this darkness and this light?"
And to him I said:
We rise into the light when we are born -
- And we fall into the dark when we die.
And to that he shook his head and clucked his tongue
And said this ethereal to me:
We are thrown into the light at birth -
- And we are shoved into the dark at death.
And so left me this dead man, left me wiser than my smooth unwrinkled face would show.
© Samir Georges
2010
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