The Root of All Fears
There was a man ‘was ‘fraid of death
It spread to all this thoughts
The fear of breathing his last breath
Left his thin will in knots
The fear of that dark, patient reaper
Was root of all dread
Every scare, funk, fright and doubt
Was thanks to Mr. Dead
He lived out his entire life
In fear of his demise
And when it came, with his last breath
And closing of his eyes
Still he clung by fingernails
And wheezed for leniency
But Death is absolutely fair
And never shows mercy
There was a gal ‘was ‘fraid of death
It coloured every day
Despite a stunning canvas
Death would taint life with dismay
Every single moment had
A mark of coming doom
A marriage, child’s birth, even
A flower in full bloom
Every wondrous moment rotted
With the thought of loss
Nothing took away the fear
No bible, no gold cross
No quotes, no books, no meditation
Eased her of her fear
One day her heart exploded when
The Reaper did appear
There was a child ‘was ‘fraid of death
That fear was planted early
Her mommy and her daddy said
That death turned straight hair curly
They taught her death was to be feared
Because loss causes pain
And also taught that happiness
Is only when you gain
And so she grew and gained and was
Quite happy ‘till she lost
But then she gained again which caused
A thawing of the frost
Until the day that Mr. Dead
Arrived on her front door
She dropped and sobbed in terror for
Her coda on the floor
There was a Warrior ‘was not
Afraid of death and so
Since death is the root of all fears
His life did not have woe
He made his peace with Mr. Dead
And said “When you are ready”
And lived each day as though his last
With power, poise, steady
The ones who lived in fear
The ones who were afraid to die
Called him crazy as they tainted
Flowers and the sky
But Warrior, his deal made firm
Saw colours bright and vivid
No tainting, simply pure and true
Which made the normals livid
Each moment, no matter how small
Was special and serene
Impending doom did not besmirch
The red and blue and green
When Mr. Dead chose to collect
The price we all must pay
The Warrior settled the fee
Promptly as he did say
“As it so happens I woke up
This morning and did ponder
This may be my final day
And so I should not squander
I lived it as each other day
As if were my last
I pay the toll with no regrets
My life has been quite vast”
Mr. Dead collected and
The Warrior did die
Just like all the others but
The Reaper gave a sigh
“If only all would live while they
Still breathe instead of fear
Such a waste, to let my toll
Rob them of all their cheer”
~Miro
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