*Some people think
So much about dying
They forget in their lives
They are living
Some people live
So much for their lives
They forget, in time,
They’re going to die.
Some people end the lives of others,
Symbolically or literally
Some, the former initially,
And the latter not much after.
Some people decide to end the lives
Of their flesh, blood, the essence of themselves...
Some say that is the only sin
An all-loving God could never forgive.
Some die before they live.
Some half-way through existence
Most live before they die
But some die to live again, they try
Some die as children, untouched by shame or corruption
Some die with children, hearts swollen with the love their lives taught them
Some pass in their sleep, life with only regrets
Or not a trace of them at all
I suppose I cannot say.
But,
Answer this, if I may ask
When the time comes,
In your place to bask,
When you are about to die
Can you be sure that, once,
You had truly been alive?*
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
*Some people think
So much about dying
They forget in their lives
They are living
Some people live
So much for their lives
They forget, in time,
They’re going to die.
Some people end the lives of others,
Symbolically or literally
Some, the former initially,
And the latter not much after.
Some people decide to end the lives
Of their flesh, blood, the essence of themselves...
Some say that is the only sin
An all-loving God could never forgive.
Some die before they live.
Some half-way through existence
Most live before they die
But some die to live again, they try
Some die as children, untouched by shame or corruption
Some die with children, hearts swollen with the love their lives taught them
Some pass in their sleep, life with only regrets
Or not a trace of them at all
I suppose I cannot say.
But,
Answer this, if I may ask
When the time comes,
In your place to bask,
When you are about to die
Can you be sure that, once,
You had truly been alive?*
