Basit Lateef Poet I do not know?

Men Die, Time Dies Faster

MAN;

I was all doom and gloom in the zoom 
when the past second died,
A man surely has kicked the bucket
I was told, but I shan't believe
If so, when will I give up the ghost?

    Fear;
This one is less romantic, young me
which mob will moan me- then let's all die
If not, its just me - on a beach.
This laudable slayer, I desecrate not
I yearn for your empathy, eh, less pity on me

   Time;
   your dear friend  and his frostiness
I feel more sympathetic, I feel your pain.
Your kin and kindreds, all gone - just the fierce
and yourself to mend the rest.
History is fisty, misery is misty

  And Death;
    fie upon you amid all good 
mirth you haven't given, some you've taken,
When all hope is done, you we shall demand of.
To me, guffaw not, for all you have not 
Your soullessness is beleaguered, immortality renders you unhinged

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Christy Stover January 5, 2017 at 6:10 PM Very profound and thought provoking poem. Basit Lateef January 5, 2017 at 7:00 PM You just simplified the idea with your words, thank you.