Ars Moriendi

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They say sic transit gloria mundi,
Like a fragrant rose, Beauty wilts with age;
Wrinkles manifest and vision turns blurry.
Would you like to turn over to this page?

Faces, names, places – forgotten and lost.
New memories—embellished, and old—torn.
Reality is vague and lines are blurred.
Could you honestly go through life forlorn?

And like apples off a tree, they fall—free.
Alas, it shall take you through an ordeal:
Do you want to see your loved ones die?
Why don’t you kill yourself—the world is cruel.

But to sacrifice your child’s wedding day…
Is death worth not watching your grandchild play?





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Milo! said...
Mar. 24, 2010 at 8:07 pm
This is a great poem because it's something we can all relate to at one point or another.
You should check out some of my stuff. I think you would like it.
 
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