Die Young


Oh please let me die young,
not linger as I age,
withering and fading,
prolonging suffering.

Neglected by others,
suffering loneliness;
to this terrible fate,
pray do not banish me.

For I suffer enough,
and like not its taste;
forever in my mouth,
I cannot stomach it.

Give me the meteor's fate;
plunging in such glory.
A memorable trip;
short, but so beautiful.

Leaving but a brief glow;
nothing else marks the spot.
Nothing is permanent;
so let me rush headlong.

So restless my nature;
nothing satisfies long.
Yet nothing here is new;
I run out of pursuits.

When you finish a book,
you close it; so therefore
when I pen my last word,
I should end the story.

Beautiful tragedy,
oh the pain, how it sears;
life is tears, and such tears!
Never have I felt their like.

Will you remember me?
Once I pass, will you weep?
Memory improves me -
I will be loved then. 



(c) 2002 Robert H. Harrison