Death
“I will die; but I don’t know when, how and where. If I die from a mortal sin, forgive me, Lord!”
~~~ Quote/Prayer by my grandmother ~~~
Death
is not
an issue
for me for I
do firmly believe,
life is given to us
temporarily, while we
are here on earth to do what we
are destined to be or meant to be
for I give credence to fate, destiny.
Yet, there are some doing what they want to
be, successfully and somehow death
comes immaturely, giving up.
Success, family, money,
prestige do not fill the
void they feel inside
and choose the way
out, end life;
own fate,
death.
2/16/22 E Forms- Etheree - Poetry
Theme: #2
Constance La France
Used: How Many Syllables
Copyright © Marilene Evans | Year Posted 2022
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