A Last Goodbye Poem by Benjamin Hickmott

A last goodbye, sad mourning
Another friend has passed on
Departed, but not forgotten
It's just the body that is gone

Where is it we are going
Is there an afterlife
What way can there be of knowing
What may come when our time is rife

Life holds so many suprises
Couldn‘t death present us with still many more
All those things that make a life worth living
Are the same as those that are worth dying for

Death, I believe, has a thousand doors
But they are not there to let the dead in
Instead they are a passage for life to leave through
Not the end, but a new begin

Nothings to be gained from remorsefull tears
What's not forgotten will never go away
The value of life is not its tomorrows
But in living to make the most of today