With love, Death

You spend your life on petty pursuits
Worrying about things to come
Of the job you might just lose
Or the mortgage bill that’s added up
You hold on tight to those you love
For fear that they might leave
But one fine day I’ll get you all
So what good is it to weep?

You spend your whole life pondering
Things previously said and unsaid
Hanging on to words that hurt
By playing them over in your head
You think of past grievances
And all the ways you were wronged
But, when I take you home with me,
Your yesterdays will all be gone

You spend your whole life fearing me
Not knowing what lies ahead
Is it heaven, with peace and serenity
Or is it a fiery place called hell?
Some think it’s a nothingness —
A black and empty void,
Others fear this unknown space
Through life, this they avoid

When you finally meet with me
There’s one thing you should know,
No matter what happens in life
It won’t matter anymore

© Sanch V @ Sanch Writes (3 October 2018)

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  • Nate
    4 October 2018 at 2:37 am

    Yes, I often think about all the time I wasted worrying about past events that ultimately don’t matter. Having Death remind me that everything is temporary is a sobering idea.

  • Shalzmojo
    4 October 2018 at 8:15 pm

    Just yesterday I was watching Book Thief on Tv and wondering about Death and here I read your poem today. You seem to have really felt this one and then written down the words Sanch; every line has such a deep layered meaning. My favourite are the last two lines – that sums it all up na! 🙂

  • Michael
    4 October 2018 at 9:31 pm

    Well, that certainly puts things in perspective. I tend to worry about bills myself, so I get that. But yeah, once Death comes, that doesn’t matter so much.

  • Margaret
    5 October 2018 at 8:57 am

    It was a good day to read this. Plenty of worries today that will not matter a year from now.

  • Melony Boseley
    5 October 2018 at 9:08 am

    Oh, Sanch! This was perfect. It really puts things into perspective and has me pondering if I’ve already spent too much of my time worrying.

  • Michelle Longo
    5 October 2018 at 9:31 am

    I really like the concept behind this and the almost-but-not-quite sinister feel of it.

  • asha
    5 October 2018 at 11:36 am

    Such a good reminder of the fleetingness of time/life and how death gets us all in the end. It’s so easy to get caught up in day-to-day worries and to hold on to petty irritations.

  • Suzy
    6 October 2018 at 2:06 pm

    Ever so true in the end nothing matters except the love you shared. Beautifully penned. You are quite the poet!
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  • Parul Thakur
    10 October 2018 at 12:05 am

    Sanch, I don’t know what to say. Death and that nothing matters after we run after such little things in life. But we all do that. I loved your poem. It’s beautiful and so real.
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