contemplating death is a tricky business indeed. your ending is a bit dark in thinking that perhaps you have cast your lot already and there is no room for salvation? i think we constantly have the opportunity to atone as long as we have a pure heart. you do, i can tell by your words. thank for your sharing your thoughts.
Like everyone else, I contemplate death too. A fear we all have and wondering what happens afterward. I think we actually make amends sometimes without realizing it. When you stop to help someone in need, when you apologize for doing something really stupid, stuff like that. I dont think you need to recite a hundred mea culpas while beating your breast to make amends. It comes through in other ways during our entire lives, so dont worry Dan, we're gonna be okay. Great write as always Carol
Good work, Dan, and very poignantly pointing at our "all too late" regrets. Will we ever learn? Nice rhyming, and it flowed fairly well, very easy to read, so well done, nothing to pick on here. Be Happy Graeme
very good piece you got there! just brush up on the spelling mistakes and grammer and it's a winner. I'm sure you aint the only one who wonders about death, deep topic to write about. Good work, you have some excellent lines in there! leigh x
Compelling and deep thoughts in this well written poem. I think we all, at one time or other, contemplate death. In general, I think it helps to think on these things at times, just to view life in it's proper perspective.. and to keep in mind what's important. There are things we look on in the past that we should have done, or done differently, and wonder who will mourn us when we're gone.. etc. You have brought all that out here in a poignant way. I think as long as we have breath we can make amends.. or let those we love know just how much. Time and breath; life's treasures. A good, thought provoking write. Take Care! ~Sandra
wow...this is a powerful observation that we must all face. it does seem scary that we havent done all we could have in our lives. we do forget that this is temporary, but when we are gone the things we stood for last as long as memory...nice... -Nikki