Death is My Teacher

After mourning, we should try and learn from death.

Death

Is the greatest teacher

I have ever known.

For when one looks down at a corpse,

Everything is put into

Perspective.

She used to be natural--

She would give back to life,

And the cycle would start

All over.

But now

Only pain

And a deep hole

Are what remain.

Still, death is a good teacher--

For in death,

We are all equal

And nothing matters anymore.

Author's Note

Written after the loss of a pet. What does it speak to you about?

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Speaks measure...the way life is a line...
and death itself is not much different then life...
What we tend to forget is while we enjoy the wedding...
others are in mourning at the same time...
all balances itself out in the end...
if there is such a thing called an end...
we just give it a name called death...

[Louvegrise14]

Not what I was trying to get at in the poem, but still an interesting perspective. Thanks for the review!

[Glen Yumang Manese]

you're welcome...