What Death Has Caused Poem by Alexandrian Ink

Man with his daily strive,
For the present and the future good
Hoped his designs to contrive,
Aware of the ambush in the neighborhood.

And at the time he least expected,
His neighbor came from his lurking cage;
Death that has never a man respected
Bounced on him in replete of fierce rage.

His glorious reputes and great renown
The pleasures of his lusty ageless youth,
By death, has been beaten down
And his jollity turned to ruth.

The family seemed most stabbed,
For watery tears could not suffice
The expression of their heats; cruelly wounded
By death's sting on the beloved brother's face.

The poor woman is utterly bereft
Of the nuptial bind of life's adventure,
The bereaved children are but left
In dolefulness of the Pater's departure.

All that is seen is but a deep sorrow
As epitaphs of the walls writing is everywhere
And gripping held in fear of tomorrow;
Who will support them in that such paternal care?

Ah, death! Death! Death!
Your breathe is so keen
To abridge man is his fine breath
Because you unseen.

Ali Alexon