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.

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Constance La France

Date: 2/21/2023 2:31:00 PM

Thompson, a good poem and congratulations on your win in my Writing Challenge - D Forms, well done, blessings, Constance

Thompson Emate
Date: 2/22/2023 10:59:00 AM

Thank you, Constance. It's an honour.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 2/12/2023 4:10:00 AM

Congratulations on this winner about a tough topic. Way to go. Sara

Thompson Emate
Date: 2/13/2023 1:52:00 AM

Thank you, Sara. It's an honour.

Valsa George

Date: 2/9/2023 4:22:00 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....

Thompson Emate
Date: 2/9/2023 8:24:00 AM

Thank you, Valsa. Death brings all of us on equal footing.