Dear death

Dear death

A Poem by Gee
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Simple words on a Saturday morning

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And when you come for me dear death
youll find not fearful tears,
as I have lived a love filled life
for nigh on four score years.
I was raised a child, raised my own
was loved, and have loved back,
have walked this world in honest shoes
along an honest track.
I've helped where help was needed most
without request or plea,
have shouldered tears, quelled their fears
as they have done for me.
So when you come for me dear death
please heed what I have said,
and as you catch my final breath
remember,
a good man dies but is never dead...


© 2021 Gee


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You have addressed this thing called death that we dare hardly say its word. As you have done Gee it's best to look on a life full of love and face our passing with acceptance.
All the best,
Alan

Posted 2 Years Ago


Gee

2 Years Ago

Thanks Alan :)
Another interesting poem, Gee.. Reading it again as I sip my Cappuccino early this morning in beautiful Spain..
..when you come for me dear death...so many good lines ..
Lisa


Posted 2 Years Ago


Gee

2 Years Ago

Hi Lisa, thank you.
Hope Spain is treating you well
Lisasview

2 Years Ago

Tons of stupid issues here so we are constantly dealing with this..once it is over we will be able t.. read more
Gee

2 Years Ago

Bureaucracy reigns in Spain :))
love your last line, this is really good, so well written as well

Posted 2 Years Ago


Gee

2 Years Ago

Thank you kindly m'dear
Unspoken poet

2 Years Ago

not a problem
Beautifully written, and he/she is at peace with themselves.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Gee

2 Years Ago

Thank you Toni
I've found myself attracted to every single piece regarding death/departure as of late, not sure how healthy that is. Lol this encompasses such a matured sense of peace and acceptance, truly the mark of a life lived sans regret. A great write.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Gee

2 Years Ago

Thank you Travis
So true...we live on in so many ways. I like this poem a lot Gee...death has become for many a daily dread yet life should be preparation for that event I humbly feel...to live is know you live on...great poem :)

Posted 2 Years Ago


Gee

2 Years Ago

Thanks Ruth.
Hope you are well and the year ahead is a happy, healthy one for you and yours
Ruth

2 Years Ago

Same to you Gee :)
love that last line, truthful though. Amazing write Gee

Posted 2 Years Ago


Gee

2 Years Ago

Thank you Kesch
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I don't think Death will be coming for you for many score years to come, Gee. I suppose when our time comes how we are remembered is the mark we shall leave behind. The good are remembered and celebrated and the bad silently forgotten. This poem makes me ponder what kind of legacy I would want to leave behind. A heavy weight to bear! You excel with your rhyme and meter here. It just flows so well. Keep well masked and Dear Old Death will stay down at the pub!⚘

Posted 2 Years Ago


Gee

2 Years Ago

Again thank you. Yep, hopefully have got a few more years in me still.
We fly into Bordeaux, .. read more
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2 Years Ago

Now that sounds like a fine adventure, Gee. I am more a walker myself. I hope to do a few pilgrimage.. read more
A good man dies, but is never dead. An amazing thought, my friend. Well written.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Gee

2 Years Ago

Thank you kindly sir
each sees death in unique manner and yours is expressed spot on

Posted 2 Years Ago


Gee

2 Years Ago

Thank you sir

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Added on December 4, 2021
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Tags: Love, life, death, honesty

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Gee
Gee

Milton keynes, United Kingdom



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