No Shame


There is no shame in fearing death,
For no man is willing to die before drawing a final breath.
There is no shame in fearing death,
Because a life once lost,
Is given up to eternal oblivion,
While memories of its existence wither away
Like rosebuds under the evening frost.
All men dread the deathly sight of absence,
When the thought of endless silence
Leave them yearning for that once vexing chatter,
As it becomes tenderly missed
In the trial of patching the void with ineffective condolence.
There is no shame in fearing death,
Because more mundane subjects have been feared no less,
Ignorance befools the eyes of man,
When the loss of property outweighs the loss of life,
It is clear the moral order suffers from a strange regress.
There is no shame in fearing death,
For life is simply too short not to savour every living breath.

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