Death Is Kind

To my grieving friend.... Tell me— What is death, oh grieving friend? As we plummet in the midst of perversion and strife Energy drained from the hardships of life We lose our sense of being—we subside We gaze upon the peace of graves—death is kind Engraved upon the oldest stones we read “Rest in Peace” And as the days go by it seems the pain will never cease And as those days Die For the living—death is kind Why then, Life, do you torture us so? Are you waiting for the day when we’ll let you go? Fleeting…fading…see us unwind Time and Life seem so unkind As if—they have left our souls behind Tell me—what is death? And what of Life, oh doubtful friend? Our souls shimmer upon the stones With all the deceased we can’t feel alone Freedom seeps through these eternal beds For the gift of life will find its end Meanwhile, we’ll just wait for the day When pain will subside and peace will stay And rotting centuries later—you will surely find That—yes! Death is truly, sincerely kind So—I implore you, my shady friend Allow this life to find its end Don’t lose yourself—the grieving must cease Just let him Rest in Peace