The Madman

I once met

A madman

Who wished that

He would never die

I told him

He was a fool

And swore that wish

Would make him cry

Two hundred years

Have passed now

My body long since


The madman

Has grown tired

But rest cannot

Be found

My life's reward

Is not disturbed

As he wonders

Once again

If the edge

Of a precipice

Can undo the wish

He made back then

A/N: The madman, if you're interested, is a teacher I once had. He and I got into a debate about immortality and I thought he was a fool for wanting it...