Poem #4

Love, Fear, Life, and Death (4)

To speak of love,
Know this to be sure,
It's symbol the dove,
And there is no cure.
To speak of fear,
With its ghastly fright,
Listen with your ear,
And you will hear it in the night.
To speak of life,
It has many great joys,
And many great woes,
Of death now I speak,
It takes young and old,
And the sick and weak,
And often it is a fate kinder that love's hurt,
Death is not all bad as you might think, if only you would look and listen (to me).