Death

Death is a guest that comes to all,
Then like a withered leaf, we fall, 
It comes with its carriage,
To halt us on the passage.

Death summons the soul,
It’s its duty and role,
The soul goes on an eternal sojourn,
Within the walls of a celestial region.

Death doesn’t consider status, 
It brings to anyone its apparatus,
Weighed in the balance,
It’s uncertain if we’ll be given a second chance,

How can we accept death with equanimity of mind,
When our loved ones we can no longer find,
Taken away from us,
We live with this irreparable loss. 



February 9, 2023,
Writing Challenge - D words - Poetry Contest,
Constance La France.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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La France Avatar
February 21, 2023 at 2:31 PM
Thompson, a good poem and congratulations on your win in my Writing Challenge - D Forms, well done, blessings, Constance
Emate Avatar
February 22, 2023 at 10:59 AM
Thank you, Constance. It's an honour.
Kendrick Avatar
February 12, 2023 at 4:10 AM
Congratulations on this winner about a tough topic. Way to go. Sara
Emate Avatar
February 13, 2023 at 1:52 AM
Thank you, Sara. It's an honour.
George Avatar
February 9, 2023 at 4:22 AM
Death snatches all from us. It is an uninvited guest ! But everyone has to bow before its summons ! With death, the soul launches itself into an eternal journey. So well written dear Thompson....
Emate Avatar
February 9, 2023 at 8:24 AM
Thank you, Valsa. Death brings all of us on equal footing.
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