A Poem On Death Poem by Dr John Celes

Only a few young leaves, buds stay alive;
Many have fallen off prematurely;
Most flow'rs have dropped before they had blossomed;
Not many leaves upon the bough are green!

Some yellow leaves have still managed to stay;
The autumn had not brought them off the tree;
Some younger leaves are wilting fast away;
A potpourri of leaves, buds get wind-heaped!

Some earthlings have an end before their end;
Some die by taking undue risks in life;
Some end their lives by foolishness and haste;
Some live up to a ripe old age and die!

Death comes by stealth without any warning;
We must prepare our souls for meeting death;
We should not think that we can plan our end;
God puts the ‘full-stop' to the sentence ‘life'.

No one predicts when and how death befalls;
We cannot live with undue fear of death;
We have to keep our health and usefulness;
Let's toil to earn possessions heavenly.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 30-11-2014