Fear of Dying: A Poem
Why fear dying if we are already dead
having reached the limits of our becoming
and this would be funny if it was not so sad
for we have done it all from striving to bumming.
Faithfully repeating our duplicates of thinking
and feeling the same crap from years ago
we may suspect a little that our boat is sinking
but not smart enough to insurrect and row.
Being tired of life and scared of dying
while chasing our tail with incessant worries
we may relive it all with occasional crying
but not caring to edit our personal stories.
"A coward may die thousand deaths
and brave man dies only once"
so why waste all these precious breaths
if we are not in a mood to sing and dance?
With so much still left to be done
to see new and interesting places
to stop crawling and to re-learn to run
while in the process to avoid all sour faces.