It's Done
when my life is done
i assume my soul
or immaterial part of my being,
will leave the physical structure
of bones and flesh
as the two part will i
have a chance to look at myself
see who i was
or as someone i
never got to know
or will they be the same
i’ve never been comfortable
in my own skin
literally and figuratively
mostly overweight,
rarely fit and never skinny
insecure often reticent
to express how i really feel,
what will i look like tomorrow
in some sort of box,
whole en route to a hole
or reduced to ashes
spread on the ocean
or in an urn, on a mantel
will i feel disconnected
more so than in life
unable to communicate
unable to be understood
did i make good use of my time
who decides that anyway
right now, today, i regret little
i believe every action in life
led me to where i am
right now, today,
i am mostly satisfied
but is satisfied enough
would i do my life over
if i had the chance,
and if so, would i change anything
what if i found out
this is as good as it gets
Copyright © Richard Colbert | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment