Death

Compared to the age of the universe,

Our time on Earth is rather brief.

Still, the longer we live, the more

We'll walk hand and hand with grief.

 

Death knocks on the doors of others

And calmly ushers them away.

No matter how much a person resists,

Death will have its final say.

 

When losing family and friends,

It's hard to describe the pain we feel.

But when we consider our own demise,

The whole idea is oddly surreal.

 

The thought of suddenly being no more--

At least in our current bodily form--

Is totally foreign to us, for knowing

The world through our senses has been the norm.

 

Someday my favorite chair

Will no longer feel my rear.

The sound of my voice--my cries, my laughter--

Will not reach a single ear.

 

When I go, I’ll join the ranks

Of billions of other people who

Have died before me, which reminds me

That having to die is nothing new.

 

To let go and face the unknown,

Not to worry, not to fret…

We know that life is constant change--

That death is part of life--and yet….

 

-by Bob B (4-26-22)

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

Makes one wonder just how much grief the universe has witnessed and borne up in all its years. How deep and how familiar death is - the empty chair... the voice no longer heard. Poignant and filled with thought and potential conversations with self and others. Thank you for sharing. Frederick.