Mortality

My second poem

No one cringed at my poem about leaves like chickens. At least, not that they admitted. So be equally kind to this second effort.

MORTALITY

Death is not sad.

Dying? Yes, perhaps dying.

But not death.

Death must be good;

For it's part of life.

That makes it natural,

A blessing.

Everyone is successful at being dead.

Instant experts.

We're spared from thinking:

"Now I'll never see that movie...

"Read that book...

"Hear that concert...

"Find that someone..."

Nope. Doesn't work like that.

Was it sad to not exist before our birth?

It was not.

Yet I have one fear...

One dread of my mortality.

There are people who won't know.

They may notice I'm not around...

But they may not...

Facebook friends, instagram friends, Substack friends...

Months after my passing;

They'll think, if they notice:

"I guess he lost interest...

"Ran out of ideas...

"Quit."

But even that...

...is a form of mourning...