How to Make Death Smile
author’s note:
Is Death a “he”?
Yes—if Birth is a “she”.
HOW TO MAKE DEATH SMILE
As is typical of youth
when I was young I ignored
the possibility I could die young.
Even as I watched
so many with the same blindness
stumble into graves.
Only later
as I looked back
did I see how lucky I’d been.
I then began to step more carefully.
But now as I watch
so many my age
retire to their graves
I worry I’m becoming
just a little too cautious.
The life I’m afraid to lose
won’t have much life
if I don’t follow
the true desire of my spirit
which was and still is:
to go forth and know the world.
So though my legs tremble
I will stretch my stride.
No, the width won’t match that of my youth.
But the stubborn fool I am now
shows more courage
than the obtuse fool I once was
because now I can feel Death
watching me and waiting
as I struggle on these steps.
But my reaper is not so grim.
No, beneath that black hood
he smiles wide in appreciation.
Death sees I am doing
what he wants us to do:
to grow in strength
by confronting
the deep fear that keeps us alive.
Survival: poetry book
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myth steps blog
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© 2025, Michael R. Patton
Is Death a “he”?
Yes—if Birth is a “she”.
HOW TO MAKE DEATH SMILE
As is typical of youth
when I was young I ignored
the possibility I could die young.
Even as I watched
so many with the same blindness
stumble into graves.
Only later
as I looked back
did I see how lucky I’d been.
I then began to step more carefully.
But now as I watch
so many my age
retire to their graves
I worry I’m becoming
just a little too cautious.
The life I’m afraid to lose
won’t have much life
if I don’t follow
the true desire of my spirit
which was and still is:
to go forth and know the world.
So though my legs tremble
I will stretch my stride.
No, the width won’t match that of my youth.
But the stubborn fool I am now
shows more courage
than the obtuse fool I once was
because now I can feel Death
watching me and waiting
as I struggle on these steps.
But my reaper is not so grim.
No, beneath that black hood
he smiles wide in appreciation.
Death sees I am doing
what he wants us to do:
to grow in strength
by confronting
the deep fear that keeps us alive.
Survival: poetry book
dream steps blog
myth steps blog
you tube channel
© 2025, Michael R. Patton
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