Death Poem by Eddy Van Vliet
Death
Death. Don't be afraid. Do not dither
before my door. Come on in.
Read my books. You are part of
nine out of ten. I know about you.
Do not fool me with afflictions
with names nobody dares to mention.
Don't put me to bed among dribbling
children who know not what they say, of age.
Do not shake money out of my pocket
for pointless hours in classy clinics.
Wipe your feet and make yourself at home.
Translated by John van Tiel
many tries must be done, for the people to get familiar with death.
Do not fool me with afflictions with names nobody dares to mention. Don't put me to bed among dribbling children who know not what they say, of age. a very good poem. tony
Death. Don't be afraid. Do not dither before my door. Come on in. Read my books. You are part of nine out of ten. I know about you. impressive and inspirational words great 10+++++++++++++
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5/2/2024 6:55:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Don't be afraid yeah; death is not word of afraid Wipe your feet and make yourself at home/// yeah; world is your; wipe the past sadness, dust of mind and come to home of beautiful (optimistic sign)