The sun still shone for all its worth;
The days had not begun to worsen,
When, to his rest beneath the earth,
Descended yet another person.
"Too bad he wasn't superstitious,"
The gawkers gossiped in the lane,
"For death is prideful and capricious,
And first takes those. who dying feign."
If so, amigo, take your time,
Loosen the strings, be more forgiving,
Re-write, re-stage, re-take the lime,
Re-play the role; stay with the living!
But driving all the world to tears,
He wrote himself an epitaph,
And, glancing back upon the years,
Departed with a joyful laugh.













Comments
Anyways, I loved the word choice used in this poem, it's simply beautiful. I dont know if its how you meant to write it but in the two lines:
"For death is prideful and capricious,
And first takes those who dying feign."
I don't know if "who dying feign" is a mistake or not. I'm probably wrong, but if thats the case than ignore this.
Good job! I'm definitely gonna read more of your work.
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~Tonberry
Thank you very much for the fave!
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And no problem, I really liked it.
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