The Angst

My death awaits me somewhere up ahead
Each step I take leads me to it’s embrace
I must go on I cannot stop instead
It looms ahead and waits to show it’s face
Is fear of this my only lot in life?
A fate that grows much closer year to year
Be bold, be brave, do not give up in strife
All life must end for now be of good cheer
Though haunts me still one day ahead I’ll die
And when I do, I don’t know what I’ll leave
What meaning is the light gone from my eye
Does light return? the hope of those who grieve.
Yet this I know one man has died and rose
In death we wait to follow where he goes.

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