Sunday, March 6, 2016

On death , or life






They, lived with it
Or, It with them

It was their,
with them.

With them,
Always.

Like an unwelcome dinner guest,
 it comes.

This death
Alone,
leaves it not.

When it does,
A beloved then too.

Together,
They, return not.
It comes again,
With out shame.

Ask it not, 
Then to leave,
Remain it must,
This unwelcome guest.

For to live with death
Is to live the same.