s.10 - Donne's 10 Refuted
21st Century
Death you're not proud, but so the story goes.
Still men in foxholes make their final plea
and chatter on like fools at Sunday tea.
Why they in fear will shun your sweet repose
I cannot tell. And isn't it the rose
whose best is brief then withers by degree
and soon into the heap of dead debris?
Not I, not me, no I'm not one of those
that kicks and shouts "Unfair, extend my time".
O welcome scythe, your entry carpet's set.
I'd call on you right now, and drop a dime
if you would come and claim me in your net.
So I won't think you deal me such a crime:
'to live forever is the greater threat.'
DayPoems Poem No. 1284
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The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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