Thinking about dying makes me spend more time
doing pleasurable things.
Like eating my favorite flavor of non-dairy ice-cream,
breathing in the salty air of an ocean wave,
taking a longer look at an arching rainbow,
or catching a glimpse of a hummingbird in motion.
Thinking about dying makes me focus
on the precious breaths, I have left,
and not losing patience by the slow service of the cashier
or the way the hair stands awkwardly
on my sparsely-covered pate.
Thinking about dying tells me
not to worry about unread texts or voice mail
or checking the mirror more than once
to see if all those wrinkles on my forehead
had melted away.
Thinking about dying reminds me
to let go of the vanity
and all those meaningless moments
that I wasted
not being grateful.
–This poem was originally posted in Literary Yard in a slightly different form.
Great poem, Mark. A lot of people in my life have passed away lately, so similar thoughts on life have been coming to my mind.
Glad the poem, resonated. 🙂🙂
So true. As we grow older the thought of death occasionally presents itself. But life is now and so precious. I know what you mean though. Thanks for the post and thanks for stopping by Poemattic.
Thanks, Melba. 🙂
Every time I pass a cemetery I think just as you do. Yes!
I like the very old cemeteries
Me too 😊
It’s a wonderful poem. And so true. Love the picture as well.
Thank you, JT
This is deeply beautiful.
An awesome poem
Thank you, Wanda. 🙂
Just lost my cousin on Easter en reading this has made me appreciate all the silly and fun things he did…. thanks
I’m happy the poem has some value for you.
Wonderful poem… Deep and beautifully presented. Loved it
Thank for the wonderful complement. 🙂
Yes! I love this. So very true.
I try very hard not to think about dying. Not much point really, as I shall find out all about it quite soon, I think. Knowing it will happen, makes me appreciate everything, just in case…
I don’t fear death. I don’t like the getting sick and suffering part. 🙂🙏🏻
No, I would prefer to go in my sleep…
Yes, me too.
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As an older male, I can relate to this poem in so many ways!
Much peace and longevity, Malcolm. 🙂
Really loved this, Mark!! I’m in that same boat! Better ways to spend your days, once you think about dying?? Bravo, My Friend!!
Puts everything in perspective. 😊
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It’s the last verse that caps it off, Mark! We’re all too damn busy to stop a moment and say thanks 😦
Exactly. Too busy and mindless. 🙂
Thank you, Luisa. 🙂