For us, we live our lives in unplanned succession,
We speak to others every while or so,
To give and take enjoyment of others,
While we recognize their existence, in our society.
Much of this daily, weekly, monthly or annual visitation,
Releases an atmospheric condition of comfort and total relaxation.
Yet, we cannot all speak to everyone in one instance,
We have to plan the amount of time and volume required,
As to what’s being said to put everyone at ease,
And to put ideas into today’s world of reality.
Death to us doesn’t mean much to us,
Unless we personally suffer directly from friends and or relatives!
And when it does, it happens in an instance of schock,
Yet after a few weeks of time passes by, life goes on...
Life goes on until the next news of tragedy comes about,
There is no first warning, just the last: which is death.
Death is of all kinds: massacres, killing, suicide,
Homicide, accidents and of course all of a sudden death.
Everyone treats death as unhappy part of life,
And so it is!
Everyone knows that they ‘themselves’ are the lucky ones still alive,
And so they are!
Life after death goes on…
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