An Old Beard Man Poem by Melisa Peter

At times, I snooze to believe that you really do exist,
I realize I cannot choose when you shrilly insist,
But no wait …Old man, you confuse,
At this instant, I lose,
O'my Lord! Please, hold on,
This is constant, I refuse,

It's odd how birth can be ceased,
Yet death can't be pleased,
Gotta take a deep breath,
I'm walking on a heavy path,

This is too much for a year,
God, can't you hear?
I thought you're near,
Give us some air,
Death is almost everywhere,

You chip, you choke and you chop,
All the chilled ones you stroke


Brothers and sisters,
Drivers and seaters,
Mothers and teachers, we've lost
Tears and fears, death you cost

I ran outta voice from singing at these funerals,
Like body without minerals,
Will you not grow?
Perhaps be a bit slow?

Spare me your attention so I can broaden my personality,
Scare me not, this is reality,
Your persuasion, once you visit,
Is there a necessity?


I name you ‘An old beard man', '
Cause you've been here since day one,
Of course you've been here since day one,
Oh, death! ! !