DEATH

WHAT ABOUT IN TIMES OF DEATH

In sport we cheer

As we won’t fear,

A loss that is part of this dear

Game that would be always at hand

IS death more of a game like this?

 

In difficulties we try

Not to wait and stand-by,

As we strive to make things okay,

To fulfill the promise of day.

How do we endeavour in times of death?

 

In religion we pray,

Not afraid to carry

The burden of our lord

Who saddled our load

To save us the whole lot

Of debaucheries and sorts.

Imagine this when death comes.

 

If the sun will shine again tomorrow

It will be clear enough that sorrow

Is the prize we pay as homage to death,

A sense of inexperience to bereavement.

If that was so, how many would have courage.

 

The answer is, in death we shade tears,

This shows our deepest feelings,

On this tussling game

Of life, happiness or sadness-damn,

All thrown into an invisible dam.

That’s what we do when we face death.

 

In times of death so high are emotions,

The adrenaline pumping in motion,

Or the heart beat and blood cell in caution,

“I’ve lost my mum, my dad-oh my cousin,”

Surely in times of death there is no controlling.

 

To the deceased we feel pity

Here and there sing a ditty,

To lament our love simply

Because we respect and heartily

Pray that, “may the soul rest in peace.”

In the trying times of death- we piss.

 

When death comes we weep,

Unable to contain or keep

Emotions from outrage and throw tantrums,

“If I could I would have done something.”

But as at is, there is nothing

That can stop death from stripping everything.

 

After all, in sport we cheer

In difficulties we try,

In religion we pray.

All in all in our ability

But what about in death?

Think about it and bet

In time of death.