Death Missed.

I know that Death will find me one day,

It nearly found me some time ago

But I escaped its clutches

And was given a second life.

That life is so wonderful,

It has given me freedom,

Freedom of purpose

To do the things I want to do

Without need to worry,

As I may have done in my first life.

The positivity in my life is so strong,

Everything I see and do is so good.

Sad things do happen

But deep in my heart I can resolve them

And keep moving forward.

They say “Death where is your sting?”

It tried to sting me once,

And missed,

Leaving me with a new freedom in life.

So I no longer look behind me

To see if Death is coming,

I just look forward into my joyous future.


  • orchidee

    Good write Gold.
    I did a similar poem, including 'the last trump'. Trumpet that is, not a certain emission, or The infamous Trump.

  • L. B. Mek

    wonderfully uplifting read to start a day with, thank you for sharing

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you LB, much appreciated,


    • Lorna

      Many joys to you Andy.......... whenever he shows up, he isn't really all that bad either.......... glad he missed though.......

      • Goldfinch60

        Thank you Lorna, so true as I know where I will be going,


      • Fay Slimm.

        Your posting is full to the brim of an inspiring and upbuilding outlook on life - - may the joy of your days increase whatever next appears dear friend.

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you Fay, every day is special, especially tomorrow,


        • The Uneducated O.A.P

          Great words today Andy, ya writ em real good.

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you Bill, you are most kind.


          • dusk arising

            One hundred percent with you on this one.

            • Goldfinch60

              I thought you would be d a.


            • blue orchid

              are you talking about the day you were or when you fell in love?

              • Goldfinch60

                No Jessica, I had a problem and was told if I didn't have an operation to cure it I would die.


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