#175
Mortality
Brightness falls from evening air;
Queens have died both young and fair.
Dust hath closed grave Helen's eye;
Who are we to weep and sigh?
mortality
On catching bugs in a jar...
#118
A Metaphysical Moment
Thoughts of my mortality
Flicker in my mind
Like fireflies in a small boy's jar
By the lid confined.
Grave thoughts again...
#95
My Demise
I find I'm most unsettled
By the fact that when I die
The world will keep on turning
And the days will still fly by.