Death Gets Jealous

I had a friend, once
We sat in the same class
He was smart, he was strong 
A Leader of Men
His future was bright before him
Then Death got jealous
And snuffed his life out.

I had a grandmother ,once-
We'd go see her every few months
She was wise, yet her eye still twinkled
With a mischievous joke...
She loved with all her heart 
Then Death got Jealous
And snatched her in his jaws.

I heard of a young couple, once
Or did I read it in the paper?
They were so in love
And they'd been married just a year
They were happy, and she was pregnant...
Then Death got jealous 
And crushed them in the chassis...

Maybe you're not supposed to live
Too well, lest he should notice you
Maybe you're not supposed to laugh 
Too loud, lest he should hear you...
Maybe you're not supposed to love
Too hard, lest he gets jealous...
Then maybe, just maybe, he'll leave you be...

I swear that I'll live my life
As best, and as fully as I can 
I swear that I will laugh
As loud and as long as I can
I swear that I will love
As hard and as much as I can
Till Death gets jealous...

Reviews

[Dinesh Sairam]

This is the best of your poems I've read until now. It holds the long, old poetic tradition of personifying death. The last two stanzas are made of perfect sense. Infact, this poem reminded me of Emily Dickinson:

Come slowly, Eden!
lips unused to thee,
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,

Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars --enters,
And is lost in balms!

Keep writing.

PS. And since I've read your works, I take it that you're a free-verse poet. I'm not opposed by that, but will just invite you over to become a formalist.

[{A}shley {B}lack @-;-]

Fantastically written piece Great flow I will defiantly be viewing more of your work keep them coming well done

[~dr.nugget~]

i like this. i can really connect to the theme great write =)

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Great stuff!