We Practice Dying Poem by Eric Cockrell
We Practice Dying
we practice dying for years,
living lives in waiting,
clinging to cobwebbed memories.
reciting emotionless prayers,
with mechanical hearts,
making credit card investments
in the afterlife...
as if the door would close!
we would be angels,
never demons,
never aware of the storms.
laying our accomplishments
at the foot of eternity...
having forgotten to live!
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4/30/2024 5:52:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
So true, another thing we always do is say, oh it will save till the next day, but one day it won't. A great poem.