Wednesday, 23 April 2014

To die is no new thing

To die is no new thing.
It is as old as life.
Not a day goes by without something passing away,
Whether the skipping butterfly
Or a memory.
Even breath, smell and taste
Greet death and sometimes in a haste.
To die is no new thing,
Cheer's foe or patron, never a day cease,
That she not make a living friend.
Bereavement or songs of flower she brings,
To die is no new thing,
It is as old as life.



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