Death, to me

Death, to me, is a beautiful affair, a reason for delight, a moment of rejoice

It’s merriment of a done life and a thrill of the strange

Death, to me, is a divan of Lucerne, not a blaring murky casket

It’s a melody completed, not an inch of bitter grief, nor penitence

Death, to me, is a juncture for champagne and jollity, extolling and glorifying

It’s a farewell bid; no fright, not sadness, but a tad ounce of loneliness