When all of the air has left my lungs,
When all the moisture’s gone from my tongue,
Whether I plan it first or whether not,
My remains will end up in some kind of plot.
But, if the ground is not my passion,
Cremation’s an option, and spread my ashes.
Over somewhere I loved and spent much time,
Into the sea breeze, that sounds sublime.
But, I will dwell upon this hope,
It is a way for me to cope.
When no more of life’s troubles to face,
I’ll think of my grave as my parking space.
I will rise from the chassis that was once my shell.
And, travel places I knew so well.
And, visit those still upon this Earth.
Or go back in time before my birth.
Into the Eternity of the Human Race,
Return time to time to my parking space.
That way if someone visits to talk,
I’ll be there for them, alongside I’ll walk.
But, my hope is that they’ll not be sad.
I’m having more fun than I’ve ever had.
Visiting people, places, going on forever.
To me this would be my version of heaven.
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Author:
WriteBeLight (
Offline) - Published: December 11th, 2016 08:13
- Category: Reflection
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Wow, I love this piece! I am constantly writing about death in some form or another, but it is not a subject to be feared as you can make something beautiful out of it - just as you have done here! Amazing, this isn't your usual style but is certainly my favourite of yours, I love the rhyme and the scenery you depict. I love how you refer to the grave as a 'parking space' - nothing need be seen as permanent. Great stuff! 😀 xx
Thanks for your insight. I agree about fearing death. There is so much we do not know. I would rather be healthy and alive, of course, but this point of view helps me cope with the family members I have lost. I really appreciate your kind words...:) and I am glad you enjoyed this.
Love it AWESOME write
Thanks to you Tony!
Welcome
What an amazing positive piece about a subject that can be so morbid! I love it's message.
I really appreciate that comment! Thanks! I am glad you enjoyed my point. Death is, of course, not the most cheery of subjects. But, I lost my Dad 3 years ago, and he always had a positive view about everything, even death. Thanks again!
All I'll say is simply this.
I'm making it one of my
favourites. This my friend
Is such a good poem on
Every level...
And a "Bloody well done", to you..
Oh I have chills! Thank you so very much. I really am glad you liked this poem. I was talking yesterday to someone very close about how I think of a grave as a parking space and the words just come to me. That is so very kind of you to save as your favorite! I appreciate this so much!....:)
Well deserved !!
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