Conversation With Relatives
Today I feel a furious intensity
About two years, ago
Family members would always love to share
The news about the passing of someone
Either from the village, or someone, I once knew
I remember during our conversations; I would tense up
And asked of them not to called and give me bad news
Death is a daily reminder,
right up there on our calendars
When I was away, my neighbor
Call and told me, that someone was
Outside my door, all dress in black banging on my door
Right away my thoughts were
The Angel of Death, looking for me...
During these pandemics' day, he is all over the place
Like an Amazon Prime van, outnumbered by UPS trucks,
While the world is being shut down,
Some of the people, refused to give a rat ass
They still refusing the vaccines
Protecting themselves, or worried about this thing call death
Death will clinch us all, poets always write about it
As they convey things that other forms of expression can’t. Quote:
A man with outward courage dares to die; a man with inner courage dares to live. Lao Tzu
My motto for today is live each day as if it's your last.
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