The Final Bell
Poem By Robert Murray Smith
Who gives a toss about death?
It has no regard for anyone
sans breath. Creeping up and
smothering life, it is the mirth
of day and night. Know it and
laugh without despair.
Frightening those unaware beacause
it's always so near. Those not
in the know need not fear. At birth,
we all were going to be declared.
As a fact of life, why give yourself
strife. Every life must go, to where
we know. The religious have read books
showing the death nook. Atheists, laugh
at the death knell knowing that was the