Eventual Death Poem by Rozina ...

He imagines the world as an angel ascending
Like the ghost of a man never ending
He tries to believe that his breath he's lending
Like that letter his life is pending

On to his knees he falls to pray
That his life can live another day
Blood and sweat rains upon the floor
As heavens pearly cloud shows him a door

Hands out heavenward - knees down to hell
Slow and shallow as his life's clock starts to bell
A flash of good and swamp of bad thoughts
A deal with the devil and his soul bought

Deaths hand postponed in price
How a man will fight for life
No one likes that final breath
Yet there is no escaping the eventual death