Be off,old death

I read novels so the time goes by
I hate to be at leisure,I’m so tense
They stop me thinking   that all  creatures die

Why  do I kill time,  we have   few days?
Fearing death we add the great pretence
I read novels so the time goes by

We live remotely  even when we try
Two lovers text in bed, that makes no sense
They cannot speak   their love nor  that we die

The  natural world is freer than we are
They have no minds,no money, no intent
 Read no novels, still their time goes by

Losing, dying, grieving, take us far
One by one the candles burn till  spent
They cannot speak   their love or  that we die

Yet while we’re here, we see the butterfly
The faces of small babies and the sky
We read novels for their depth and cry
Be off  old death,I’ll live until I die

About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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