The End

AnAlpaca

Death knocks on the door,
Coming for rich or poor.
Don't protest, or feel pain,
There's nothing to be gained.
Don't feel warm or cold,
Feeling has no hold.
Limited time we got,
'Fore our bodies rot.
The body will sleep,
The family will weep.
Feel no fear,
Now that it's here.
The door will beckon,
New journey, I reckon.
We walk into the sky,
No need to fly.
We walk into the sun,
A new life has begun.

  • Author: AnAlpaca (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 24th, 2021 17:01
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 35
  • Users favorite of this poem: James Michael
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  • James Michael

    The ending brings this well written poem together incredibly well. Walking into the sun at the end of life corresponds with many beliefs.

    Possibly changing ‘to be gained’ to, to gain, would be a better fit. It would match the rhyming of the other lines.

  • Rozina

    Lovely lines. And a lovely ending.

  • Draven

    This is wonderfully written Alpaca. You've conveyed such dread but rounded it up really well at the end.



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