Walking

December 6, 2008
By Anonymous

I walk two hairs across a river,
With life and death beneath me.
So I swindle from side to side without a care,
As my fears run opposite from death.

For you shall not fear, because we all do,
Overcome the coming of death and
You will swing from side to side
And fly without care
And sing with rhythm.

Walk two hairs across a river,
And not wonder about the below,
Nor shall you think of the above,
For that is beyond all knowledge…

And you shall not worry

So walk…

The author's comments:
This poem was created to help teach people to not fear death because there are worse fates than that.

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