Definition of Death?
Posted by Lim Qian on Friday, October 14, 2011
I've recently came across this poem and wish to share with you. Do you know what does the word 'death' means? You can go to dictionary.com to search,and this is what they give you:
1. the act of dying; the end of life;the total and permanent cessation of all the vital functions of an organism.
2. the state of being dead
3. extinction; destruction
etc.
They can give you a lot of meaning about death, but what does it means actually? A ticket to a happy little heaven, like what we read in fairy tales, like Hercules? Well, let this poem tell you all about it...
A burial by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
No prayers were uttered and no tears were shed.
I only turned a picture to the wall.
A picture that had hung within my room
For years and years; a relic of my youth.
It kept the rose of love in constant bloom
To see those eyes of earnestness and truth.
At hours wherein no other dared intrude,
I had drawn comfort from its smiling grace.
Silent companion of my solitude,
My soul held sweet communion with that face.
I lived again the dream so bright, so brief,
Though wakened as we all are by some Fate;
This picture gave me infinite relief,
And did not leave me wholly desolate.
To-day I saw an item, quite by chance,
That robbed me of my pitiful poor dole:
A marriage notice fell beneath my glance,
And I became a lonely widowed soul.
With drooping eyes, and cheeks a burning flame,
I turned the picture to the blank wall's gloom
My very heart had died in me of shame,
If I had left it smiling in my room.
Another woman's husband. So, my friend,
My comfort, my sole relic of past,
I bury thee, and, lonely, seek the end.
Swift age has swept my youth from me at last.
So, is death a happy thing for you now? If you wish for something happy like what you have read in the story book, angels beside you, happy souls making friends with you. Well, I'm quite afraid that I might have spoil your little dream. Death is created by us man-kind. For example, when you kill a little ant, you have already created death for it. What do you mean that you have just sent it to heaven and it can have fun there. DO you think it is just as simple as it seems? How about ending your lover, family members, friends and also your life. Is it just like the ant? Just a small life, thinking that they should thank you for the flight to heaven. Any living thing is strong, but when its life is gone, everything that it has with them, is all lost. Think about what is death to you now.
1. the act of dying; the end of life;the total and permanent cessation of all the vital functions of an organism.
2. the state of being dead
3. extinction; destruction
etc.
They can give you a lot of meaning about death, but what does it means actually? A ticket to a happy little heaven, like what we read in fairy tales, like Hercules? Well, let this poem tell you all about it...
A burial by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Today I had a burial of my dead.
There was no shroud, no coffin, and no pall, No prayers were uttered and no tears were shed.
I only turned a picture to the wall.
A picture that had hung within my room
For years and years; a relic of my youth.
It kept the rose of love in constant bloom
To see those eyes of earnestness and truth.
At hours wherein no other dared intrude,
I had drawn comfort from its smiling grace.
Silent companion of my solitude,
My soul held sweet communion with that face.
I lived again the dream so bright, so brief,
Though wakened as we all are by some Fate;
This picture gave me infinite relief,
And did not leave me wholly desolate.
To-day I saw an item, quite by chance,
That robbed me of my pitiful poor dole:
A marriage notice fell beneath my glance,
And I became a lonely widowed soul.
With drooping eyes, and cheeks a burning flame,
I turned the picture to the blank wall's gloom
My very heart had died in me of shame,
If I had left it smiling in my room.
Another woman's husband. So, my friend,
My comfort, my sole relic of past,
I bury thee, and, lonely, seek the end.
Swift age has swept my youth from me at last.
So, is death a happy thing for you now? If you wish for something happy like what you have read in the story book, angels beside you, happy souls making friends with you. Well, I'm quite afraid that I might have spoil your little dream. Death is created by us man-kind. For example, when you kill a little ant, you have already created death for it. What do you mean that you have just sent it to heaven and it can have fun there. DO you think it is just as simple as it seems? How about ending your lover, family members, friends and also your life. Is it just like the ant? Just a small life, thinking that they should thank you for the flight to heaven. Any living thing is strong, but when its life is gone, everything that it has with them, is all lost. Think about what is death to you now.
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