Thursday, September 27, 2018

George Onsy writes and paints

FROM DEATH TO HIS WORST ENEMY

I am DEATH
Or so they call me,
And so they fear me.
How dare you,
O poet of no fame,
Take off my mask,
Trying to change
My dreadful name?!
Don’t you know
That it’s mortals
Who honor my law
As they waste a lifetime
Running after pleasure,
Climbing to power,
Reaping wealth
To end up in my arms
Of aging and fading health?

And I humbly reply:
Dear Death Sir,
How can I fear you,
If I’ve learned
That all passing things
Have no worth
So, for me,
You end up to be
Some sort of ‘NOT TO BE’
But a means of my REBIRTH.
 
 

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