A Lesson by Death

When one dies, one can learn something from the event or occurances.

I saw the plastic tubes in the house

Where the heat was added and the lights dimly lit

In the morning frost of December.

I saw the couple's wrinled faces

And their young vitality floating through the air.

George calmly rested in the white cushion

With lie at his fngertips by the tubes supportg him.

Air flowed calmly throughout the room

But for George breathing, this was war.

Frita's eyes were continuallyon him

In love and fear.

So I learned by exampl

Though time flies, man never changes.

I left the house receiving this gift.

 

I was scared to go back.

The birds were singing and the flowers were blooming

But my joy was a wretch to care

For how can I care for a widow?

I came back to the house

And

She welcomed me like she had seen no one.

She had seen no one.

Her face was young as a teenager once again

But my mindwas pierced with the thought,

"Where are the tubes?"

George is in the grace, to me he was great

Because He stared at death in the face,

But now the question remains,

Will I change so I can be great?

I left the house giving a gift.

So what will you give others today?

Author's Note

This is a true story.

Reviews

[Erin]

I really like how you made it personal...until I saw that it was a true story. But I like how you're kinda there, watching over them in a sense. I don't know who these people are, but I want to find out more. It's really great and poetic, and it's on a whole deeper level when it's a true story. And I'm surprised no one has commented on it yet.
But did you mean to spell "example" wrong? In the part where you say, "So I learned by exampl"? And then one other grammar mistake, I think: "Frita's eyes were continuallyon him."