Acquiesce, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

There is no solace
For the terminal
Grim wonderment

The concoctions
Of other worlds
Of an afterlife

Stress and fear
Linger near
Even on a face of the brave

There is no solace
In the unknown
When the pulse is gone

What lies beyond
Is the same
As that before

The rest is lore
You breath no more
Look up to the sky

Look down at the floor
Hands clasped together
Content as a beggar

You try to bargain
To no avail, told your story
They mourn and wail

There is no solace
For the honest
The only option

That is certain
Is to acquiesce
To the inevitable

To be valued
To be loved
To be remembered

There is no other reward.
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