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