If death could die, rest assured I’d be one that kills him;
He took away my loved ones, made countless others cry;
The bearer of sad news and harvester of tears;
But damn, he’s a necessity;
He must come for everyone.
Usually I always say, I’m not afraid of death;
Not until I had a near death experience;
My life flashed before my eyes;
If I had died that day, what will I be remembered for?
Oh I hate death, I really do.
It all boils down to what we do while we’re alive;
The footprints we leave behind on this planet;
Our legacy.
So when ‘babayaga’ comes, we can greet him with a smile.
it’s important you live, before he comes;
He’s like rapture, no one knows when he’s gonna show up;
So he doesn’t take with him an already dead soul;
So please live.
Live.
•
I implore you my dear,
Live, before death comes.
Love the message! 🌸✨
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Tanya 🙏🏿
LikeLiked by 1 person
Baba yaga is a female witch in my culture 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lol
Different meanings…
That’s why I put it in quote
LikeLike
What culture though? 🤔🤔
LikeLike
Baba haha is an old crone who lives in a house that sits on chicken legs. Ukrainian culture 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I just checked it out and wow😂
I find it somehow funny, the description that is
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hahaha yeah it is pretty funny! She flies around in a bowl 😅
LikeLike
We really must live to be remembered for something good and great✊💚.
Love the post bro.
LikeLike
Thanks man🙏🏿
LikeLiked by 1 person
A thought provoking poem on a certain reality we must deal with. Worse still it mostly comes without announcing it’s intention. So like you said we should just live. Great Post.
LikeLike
Thanks bruh
LikeLike