Don’t be deceived
Glory, fame or wealth
Cannot save you from death
Certain sorrow will be cast at your passing
Your family and if you’re lucky
A few good friends
Will morn you
But their grieving will be short-lived
With each turning season
Their memory of you will fade
Soon, no thought of you remains
Just another cold grey stone
In a field of stones
Will mark that you existed
I love this poem. Funnily I remind myself of this when I sense getting stressed about something. It gives me a sense of relief to simply be in the moment.
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Thank you. I am glad you like it.
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You are welcome.
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and all the more reason to live now, do as we need to in the moment and don’t wait because the future may never come 🙂
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Powerful poetry and very true Jerry. There is only this moment, no matter how rich or famous you are.
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Thank you Davy for the comment.
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This is kind of a sad poem, but it is a reminder of what is important and not in this life.
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