And They All Go

 

And they all go someday

I have figured out this simple, modest truth

Perhaps I was badly informed or

Standing on a pedestal of denial

I am not without forethought

Their faces will always flash in my mind

Pictures of younger years slipping through

My insensitive, stumbled fingers

Rivers dropping down my face

Blessing pillows with holy water

Feeling strangely, they will all go someday

Cards, a dirge, epitaphs and opinions

A catechism, garments of mirth

Endless plates of once warm chicken

Exchanges of meaningless words

All that is illicit about death

Nooses, pistols, disease, pestilence,

Car accidents, ignorance, old age

Wondering which way I will go someday.

Reviews

[Antony]

Wow, this is thought provoking and so true, so I guess it is best not to take the material world so serious, but instead work on our spiritual world and try and save our souls from lasting damnation. Nice write Mary.
Antony