Off Known of its Origin
Irrevocable fate of all living is death
Never known when how but of its wrath
Forefathers, who were reckoned wise, never comprehended it
But all in common waited for it would come
Soft and effeminate or brave and with charisma it will come
Death is off known of origin as is off known of its destination
As the earth is for us visitors
We have it to ourselves but are surprised when it collects
Some have vowed to understand it and calmly wait for it
Though in shiver and eager they wait for the unknown
Even world lions seem to understand their fate
For death is the reward of ever living on earth
Emotion deaths are less loud but only to us feeling
Financial death is not loud for one can resurrect again
Solitude death is not loud for one can learn to social
Dream death is not loud for one can still breathe
Your child’s death can be extreme for that’s part of you
Final death is too loud for you are gone and not to be seen again.
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Author:
Ngumo (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Off Known of its Origin come out to things you and I know will happen. No matter what we do, we have no control over our physical appearances. We die in many faces in life, but the one true death awaits us.
- Category: Nature
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