Life, at the end,
Might seem a long and bumpy road.
Or it might seem
A crazy, twisted maze.
Or a question
Left unanswered
To the end.
Life, at the end,
Might feel cold
Like a lonely winter night.
Or maybe wet
Like a hot summer night
Spent
With unwanted company.
Life, at the end,
Might seem undone,
But then the doing
Is at an end
And all that’s left
Is the life lived.
Life is just life
Until the end
And sighs count
More than breaths
Though fewer.
Life is a hand outstretched
That, at its end, is reached,
A welcome back, a hug.
And all I want from life
When it should choose to end
Is but a smile into
The life that’s next.
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3 comments:
How remarkable, an interesting way to see it, :-)
"And sighs count
More than breaths"
Wow, simply lovely! Nice perspective. :o)
You are a poetic soul, Miguel!
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