Jan 2021
A glowing warmth
A growing cold
A joyful youth
A man grown old
A winter’s night
A summer breeze
A violent birth
A death at ease
A memory gained
A family lost
This is our tax
Our final cost
A growing cold
A joyful youth
A man grown old
A winter’s night
A summer breeze
A violent birth
A death at ease
A memory gained
A family lost
This is our tax
Our final cost
My great aunt just died. I loved her dearly, and I hate to see her go. But it’s not the end. Life trudges on, new relationships will be formed and lost, and she will remain a fond memory always. This poem was an attempt at explaining the duality of life, how sadness and happiness, pain and pleasure, can coexist, and in fact must do so, for life to be appreciated.
