Death by John Donne

"Death", the word that is not pleasant to hear. Why this word is so powerful and that we all fear of when he comes and takes those whom we love or even us away? Young people tend to be not afraid of him regardless of their ages, but who know when he will come and our time on earth stops. When we grow old, it seems like we think about him more. That's just the matter of the number!

Death, he is with us since the first breath we breathe! Like it is said that every step we walk, one of our legs is in hell. He comes to us without warning. It is so fast but if you are blessed, it's just like you sleep.

Oh Death, could please give us more time?

We can't say that it's not fair. When you were born, you cannot choose who and where you want to be either! Just to know that we were born human is blessed already. But then again we really don't know, so live your life worthly now!

"Death" by John Donne. I studied this poem when I was in university. "Death" in what he wrote is not dreadful and that we should not fear of, for once when we die there'll be no more pain nor death but eternal life ......

DEATH, be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so:

For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow

Die not, poor Death; nor yet canst thou kill me.

From Rest and Sleep, which but thy picture be,

Much pleasure, then from thee much more

must flow;

And soonest our best men with thee do go -

Rest of their bones and souls' delivery!

Thou'rt slave to fate, chance, kings, and

desperate men,

And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;

And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well

And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st thou then?

One short sleep past, we wake eternally,

And Death shall be no more:

Death, thou shalt die!

John Donne's biography:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Donne