Ghost

where do we all end up.............

Searching through a box full of ghosts

 

Looking for a life gone past

 

Sunny day memories, new cars, birthday’s

 

Briny vacations, waters fall

 

Black and white people

 

Gathered around picnic tables

 

Faces without names

 

Empty room, clock ticking

 

A black Hefty bag between my legs

 

Cufflinks, clothes, after shave

 

All in

 

Leather pouch, socks

 

A watch with a broken band

 

Is this really where we all end?

Author's Note

When we died...someone cleans up after

Reviews

[Raven Starhawk]

Sometimes I already feel as though I am a ghost drifting along the current but in all respects I wonder how it is they exist or don't exist and what if they truly are among us. Your poem is a myriad example.

[Angel's Lady]

So true...

Two years ago, I took what I felt I would 'pass on to someone' and passed it on. It'll save someone the trouble later on. ^-^

[Michael of Gilead]

Thanks Lily Mae, I wonder too what i shall leave behind for others to find....

[Lily Mae]

You have expressed these moments in life perfectly.. right down to the broken watch.. It makes me wonder what people will think of what I leave behind.. Maybe I should do some cleaning ;) Great write..x

[Ashesh]

how vividly you conveyed how we live our lives and what remains after. truth always is not glorious. its simple and precise. its the daily life we live and those stuff of our's are extended character of us. that is what remains after we go from here. i love this poem.

[MuSe Ampoule]

Wow, terribly sad fact of reality...in the end the world is left to the living. It's a lot to deal with at the time of the passing, so many people don't consider what needs doing after. In the end are we the sum of our debris or the memories we leave our children with? Perhaps more the latter since (if its a good life) those don't go into the landfill.

[Michael of Gilead]

Thank you Poetic J, never had to do all this before so finding out as I go along

[Michael of Gilead]

Thanks Brad, yes thats exactly it, looking for pictures for the wake and then cleaning out his stuff was hard....it would have been much harder with relatives like you describe and a likely visit from the police if thats how it had been ;)

It's funny the odd memories that come back to you from certain items....not always the the ones you think.

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that must be the hardest thing to do..and a task that is probably overlooked when we think of someones passing..

poignant piece of writing

[Brad]

dude....wow, man, must be going through your old man's stuff, eh? that's the hardest...i hed to help clean up my grandpa's stuff when he went. the worst is when you have other family members rifling through it like vultures and arguing over who gets what from the insurance policy....sigh....i'm there with you, bro, always!