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She Dies

She Dies

A Poem by Greg Farina

You’d think she’s deaf from what she says,

But a loud voice keeps the flies away;

In judgment she is fairest,

Which is why she knows she’ll die

Tomorrow. She was careless;

Today she’s sick and wise.

The pain of becoming what comes next,

For every man, does hurt, unless

They go before their breaths are up,

Then their breath is saved for none,

But if nine and ninety years is enough

To breathe in, so is one.

She didn’t complain on her death bed;

She wouldn't have, so instead

She thanked the ones she loved for the clear

Foresight that isn’t writ.

And who complains when their own fear

Is too strong to admit?

© 2017 Greg Farina

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Added on July 31, 2017
Last Updated on August 1, 2017
Tags: Death, Woman, Unknown, Fear, Early