Rip Uncle - Ode To the Late 'Vasco Lee Diah' 1948-2014

Illness we anticipate, but death we fear. If dead, we cease to be..... in total disbelief. Swallows up life's brief existence. Like summer gusts, so sudden..... birth, then doom. One's beginning and end alone doth it declare. But are we whole of being? If the breath alone be 'life' itself, If even a soul like Vasco can know death. Oh man! Thou body wasteless. With it's strange purposes and dreaded activities... whilst he gazed on eternity. Retreating slowly, with meditative pauses, he formed with peaceful hands unconsciously..... and then, he was gone. These costless expressions of my shadowy self. Be sad! Be glad! Be neither! There is no reason why!