Unseeking Seeker Poet Rondeau

What Will We Do

What will we do, when we run out of time
Knock of death on our door, the final chime
Which emotion flows through dying sinews
Knowing that the next breath may not renew
Regret or remorse or bliss throb sublime

Misalignment with love, our only crime
Devoid of love, we wallow in the grime
Dying now and yet mired in ego glue
What will we do?

Pretended emotions, which we did mime
All futile now, not even worth a dime
How we wish, we could begin life anew 
Too late to undo, the poison we spewed
When through Gods eyes we review, our lifetime
What will we do?

09-February-2021

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David Kavanagh February 9, 2021 at 9:58 AM I get this one seeker, maybe it’s more about what we don’t do, than what we will do, because if your right there will be nothing we can do, thought provoking as ever, cheers David Unseeking Seeker February 9, 2021 at 6:04 PM Thanks for dropping by, David!