DEATH by Marcia Barton Stewart

[satya prakash bagaria]

DEATH

  Like sleep, they say,

How do they know,

When no one went that way,

Returned and told them so?

Afraid of death, the unknown,

Leave me as I am not fully grown.

I abhor your name and everything about you,

Except the peace on the dead face that you show.

Children have no thought of death,

 They live in hope and hardly fret

Unless they have no mom or dad,

When in this case they are always sad.

Death you have an ugly sting

A biting sensation your presence bring

you're like a dark cloud on a rainy day,

that brings unhappiness and dismay.

so don'y try to meet me any time soon,

i plan to live for many a moon,

in joy,happiness and prosperity

Allow me to live my life abundantly.