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.
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So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory.
Well said. May victory be our shield.
Death is the subject of this poem and it is approached from various points of view. One thing is its certainty and in that I would add that not just a reward but it is the universe's only true justice treating all living the same rich or poor, whatever color you are we all die. Well written
You are most welcome
Absolutely, it is the universe's true justice. It's never bothered by what we hold on to. Thank you. I wrote it while thinking about how strange this proverb means, "For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one."
I also enjoy reading your work. I am so deeply heartened to meet people like you, who find joy and beauty in writing.
You are very kind and it seems that we share the same view on this issue.
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