I Do Not Understand

I'd like to be financially well off of that why should I lie And I'd love to live forever I don't want to die But like all things of life on me a terminal span Though I hope to live for as long as I can. So many young cyber poets with addresses Worldwide They write their sad poems about death and suicide They do look at life in a sad jaundiced way They seem such sad cases that seems sad to say. So willing to die even by their own hand Though I am not hard hearted I do not understand With an overdose of tablets a rope, gun or knife Why anyone would wish to take their own life. With their ideas of life and death I do not agree Their sad poems of suicide disturbing to me Apart from Mother Nature death is for all And to the scythe of the reaper too soon we must fall.