Slow Death

Slow Death can be lived
Slow Death can be loved
For living it makes it alive
And loving it you never know the joy

It wants to jump
It wants to play
How can it happen?
Just wonders and keep wondering

Slow!
Oh yes, too slow
Fast!
How long can fast survive?

Slow death
Bears it all
It has shoulder
Too small

But the strength
So ready not to yield
That even life astonishes
How come it handles without a shield?