Speak not of death my friend

You make my eyes well,
before hand,
when one is born
the gift of death came along
with it
but then
when one cried
the world laughed
and
when the departure does arrive
one shall silently smile
and die
but the world surely will cry
for a soul that lived
so well and high
and
I exhort all my brethren
grieve not upon my demise
say I lived my time
with admiration,
love
and
was so wise
to know that death
is just a passing phase
into oblivion
as we all by now know,
we are simple passersby
of a world yet totally untraversed
and
unknown

So feel the pulse
whilst it does still beat
when the hour does come...
silently into the realms
beyond universe and time
you too shall serenely retreat.