Unfinished Business
No matter who we are
how well we've prepared
it seems there's always some unfinished business
when it's time to go.
And when we go we leave our physical remains,
body and stuff all accumulated in a lifetime,
but we leave deeper traces too,
our face or sayings or gestures
burned into the memory of those we knew
especially of those we loved.
But eventually our time does come;
slowly, suddenly
what difference does it make
when we are gone?
Today I miss you bro',
but whisper to you,
"Go in peace, go with God"
a most gentle breeze to speed your way.
(for Rodney - 11/25/21)
Copyright © James Moore | Year Posted 2023
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