Death's Postponement MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Is not life

Just a death postponed?

Is not death's dry breath

Always in the wind?

Forever watching

Forever waiting



Is not life

Just a death postponed?

Like an apple,

Destined

To fall from fingered branches

Of an apple tree,

Which too will die

As we someday.



Is not death's dry breath

Always in the wind?

Like a honey bee,

Destined

To use its only defense

Resulting in a death,

In which the bee

Employs its stinging irony.



You and I

Like the bee, the apple,

And the apple tree,

Will come and go

With nothing in-between

But to live a life to die





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