Many things can take away
The hope we have on earth.
The losing of a job, a home,
Disease, sickness, worse.
To live a life of poverty.
To stumble into drugs.
To victimize a younger child.
To search and search for love.
But there is not a hopelessness
That equals that of death.
The ending of a human life,
Which leaves us all bereft.
It is the end of everything,
A fear we cannot voice.
The final ending of a life,
And no one has a choice.
We cannot say, 'I choose to stay, '
Or, 'I will keep you here.'
We cannot stop encroaching time.
We cannot stop the fear.
But there is always every chance
To right the wrongs we do.
As long as we are living still
And certain others too.
For through these deeds we counteract
The fear of ending all.
For loving deeds go on to live
Forever, through us all.
It's a joy to read the comments of the other poets here too, and your replies thereto.
@Khairul Ahsan Thank you for reading. Yes, the thoughts of others about this poem are comforting too. So kind of you to call it a deft piece of work. And notes, I like including them because they interest some readers. I'm happy to reach out to others. I'm glad that I've confirmed some of your recent thoughts. I'm sure this poem was meant for you. Take care and see you around.
Death is the great leveler of all humanity. It is a part of life and we all must walk that path. Hopefully we will live a life that is pleasing and be a comfort to others. God will see us through. Nice write.
Our hope is established on Earth. To live life of poverty is so sad. We should live life of dignity with cooperation, love and care. But there is always every chance. We have to chose right and proceed. This poem is an excellent poem very brilliantly penned.10
Death Realities Awaits Behind Curtain Call death is a curtain prelude to new beginnings a transition point into a heaven of new realities an awareness of spun life ripple consequences ripe reaped fruit eaten in fullness of time mists Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Contemplating Death' by the poet Sandi Holland. Dedicated to the poet Sandi Holland.
death is a prelude to a new beginning, a transition point into a heaven of new realities, an awareness of life ripple consequences, reaped fruit eaten in the fullness of time
Serious poem, the enemy will always put the thought of death in one's mind but it's just there for you to destroy yourself. For the enemy knows that if he can get to take your life you want receive the blessing that is soon to come. I don't worry about death for it will find you where ever you are, so as for me, I am busy living until it comes. Lets get busy living friend.
Great poem of emotion and reality. There is always a chance to right the wrong. For he that is joined to the living have hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
@Brian Skyers Thanks for visiting and appreciating my work. I'm glad it helped you to have a quiet time.