No Mourning

arobot

No Mourning

 

 

 

 

Do not expect me to mourn the dead

I never like to wait on the death bead

Or the graves of the greats or beloved

I visit them in their great minds instead

As they pass away the thoughts outrun

High life never dwell in a burying room

Great souls transcend the body or tomb

Millions die  unremembered

But great minds are numbered

There is no mourning in the fact of death

After life spirit goes on with immortal breath

  • Author: arobot (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 13th, 2020 08:13
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 10
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry and subscribe to My Poetic Side ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors Weekly news



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.