Think of death

 When I Think of Death

by Maya Angelou

When I think of death, and of late the idea has come with

alarming frequency, I seem at peace with the idea that a day

will dawn when I will no longer be among those living in this

valley of strange humors.

I can accept the idea of my own demise, but I am unable to

accept the death of anyone else.

I find it impossible to let a friend or relative go into that

country of no return.

Disbelief becomes my dear companion, and anger follows in

its wake.

I answer the heroic question "Death, where is thy sting?" with

"it is here in my heart and mind and memories."

(The last line of this bothers me a little since it's from a Bible verse)