POEM: "What must be Would be"

Feeble and wrinkled,

at age hundred he dwindled

in frame and strength

but what he lacked most was breath-

had he the breath of another's yawn

he would have escaped death that dawn

for that am certain and I will also not marvel

should this be your fate as his was-

a man whose face

my memory holds: it fails to dwindle.

Our fears are greatly

fed by the unknown:

rarely by the common

things and this is true of man-

even liquor would but for a period

leave us feeling secured

yet when all is done

what must be would be,

undoubtedly,

one of such is death

but I am not afraid of death

if am allowed to say

although that would not be

my first choice

if am to choose today

because I am less poised

but what must be would be

and one of such is death after birth.

SOURCE:cmcghana.blogspot.com/crabbe nathaniel.