The Death Of Me Poem by Leonid Gonzalez

I died for the first time, I know
Naught what I left behind
I stand with death in the
shadow of Heavens divine

Death walks with me Hand
in hand, I look down And
deaths cold hard grip, creeps
Through me where I stand

As I look up at death he Whispers
' Mans greatest folly is To live
and their Greatest Achievement
is to die, your death is not here
but is Nigh'

I wondered how this could be
To the waters edge we went
She showed me asleep under a tree
That was gnarly and bent

'The tree is like your life going sideways and bent
Not like others who only go straight, you let life
Take you where ever it went'

'now you sleep and wonder what there is left to see
Dreaming only of ' only the death of me'.'
'I do not jest with you and soon you will see,
For when you die you can be just like me'

Dead eternally.