My epitaph

A short poem about growing old.

The fire inside, well it burns
Less brightly than before
The dreams I dreamt have come and gone
Driftwood washed up on life's shore

The autumn of my life will turn
To winter all too soon
Life's rich colours still paint my soul
With the earth, stars, sun, and moon

As my body turns to dust and bones
Like they always said it would
Let the mason carve just these six words
'I did the best I could'.

Reviews

[Caroline Hart]

I like your use of the elements of nature in this. A sweet reminder that we're all part of the natural process of life and eventually we all turn to dust, so we need to make the best of it! Well written, well done! :)

[Carrie.]

I feel like the beat got lost in the middle, but overall it was a powerful, vibrant poem.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Simple and sweet and riddled with a truth that all of mankind will know sooner or later. We can all look back and wish we had made different decisions along the way. I firmly believe, however, that we do the best that we can at any given time with the tools that we have. Fear and apprehension are the walls that often keep us from climbing over. Nicely penned!