The Life of a Dead

In the woods so silent,
Green and dark;

I lay motionless,

Only soul, no bark.

Taking a break,

From my eternal sleep;

In retrospection I went,

To my life very deep.

A cheat I was,

A cheat I'll remain;

In the memories of all,

Oh! It gives me such pain.

The jingle of coins,

The only sound I yearned for;

My wife, my children,

The only people I earned for.

Until I could no more hold,

The burden of my sins;

To lose my life was better,

Than all my criminal wins.

Going to my last moment.

I knew I was wrong;

Still I held her hand,

Only for her did I long.

She mesmerized me with her beauty,

And called Herself Death;

I embraced her relieved,

And slowly kicked the bucket.

That all I've said,

Is to be paid much heed;

A warning by the dead:

Think before committing a misdeed.