Death Excludes All We've Learned Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Thoughts piling up, music creating each of them through
coded rhythms, listening to yesterday's sounds, thinking
about small things that ended up being forgotten for they
were only important for those few moments then becoming
irrelevant.

Such is the way of life also, because it's a temporary
plight on earth, then after everything we go through,
when we meet on our sunsetical shore at last, none of it
has any meaning after all.

Death excludes all that we've learned and gone through
in the end, all that's important in the last breath of
our lives is our souls, whether we have kept them pure
and chaste through the years of our lifetimes or not.