THE UNKNOWN
Written by
THE DEATH ROW POET
Ronald W. Clark Jr.

 

We live, we love, and then we die
Leaving loved ones behind to cry.
Not understanding what life is about
So much grieving because of doubt.

Skin, blood, muscle, and bone
It's not death we fear, it's the unknown.

A soul or form of energy
What happens when it's set free?
No one knows this for sure
And until that day there is no cure.

No cure for grieving, no cure for pain,
A grave site is all in vain
For flowers they are giving
But the grave is for the living.

So few answers, so many questions.
Maybe life is all, all about lessons?

Ronald W. Clark Jr.
The Death Row Poet