Death Bed Poetry : George Washington
Inspired by deathbed utterance of George Washington :
“I die hard, but I am not afraid to go”
The gloomy night fell through the mist,
swathed by the solemnity of farewell.
The worn out unbroken voice expressed
the restrained realism of dying hard,
not as a complaint, but a confession of strife,
recognizing death not as extermination,
but a natural termination of life lived
in the shadow of providence with faith in divine edict.
In the final analysis life recognizes
the mortal limits of human acuity,
ingrained within the stoic ideal of classical virtue
of acceptance the reality without fear,
revealing the contrasting dimensions of frailty and pride
as the dual facets of existence that connect
sorrow with bliss, mortality with immortality.
The truest form of bravery lies not in daring death
but in meeting it undefeated with poise and quietude
at the moment of departure as the essence of completion
that transcends the human failings,
marking the moral victory over fear and doubt.
The acknowledgement of the frightful notion of dying
is the mark of honesty while the fearlessness testifies
that the soul is the supreme master of the body,
conveying the eternal truth that moral might lies
in confronting death without fear in a dignified manner,
for the ultimate realization that destiny treats life well
is the final expression of trust,
a surrender to the divine doctrine.
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