Fear of Death

Where is my heart, right or left? It's right to say left , as it has to be. I think of it only when a pain lingers Dread of an attack making it still Perhaps it's none than an air trap. Whatever, a cold sweat sweeps us My 50s is on the exit , 60 at door step Doc says I should be very careful, Since my heart is older than me. As age count started just by birth. But how to care, he has a magic list. Less smoke, less liquor , less fat More sweat, more water,more love. And life is what I will gain, perhaps. None knows if the chill is but nearby. Well, death is inevitable and real Will it come when self is ready? When am I ready ? Should I know? Is Today be my day of reckoning If tomorrow should I be recalled. Oh my! I dread the motionless me I dread the weeps of my dear ones I dread death, as 'am taphophobic I dread death , as 'am acrophobic. As not sure to the depth or height I go. But I love to go to that inner world Of that mystery ,we call after life. To know how is the world beyond To prove those masters of time Right or wrong in what they taught But for that should I need to die? The shudder, listening to death's steps Approaching , marking lives at random Is more painful than of death itself. If fear grips,final one is a second death.