Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Three Deaths

Since long ago it has been said

That each of us can expect to

At three separate times be dead,

A sentiment I believe true.

I will die first with my last breath,

When but a corpse my body be.

With burial comes second death,

When my body no one can see.

And then my final death and third

Is when all memories there were

Of me, no longer said and heard,

As though my life did not occur.

If any fame upon me fell,

I only hope I lived life well.