A Fresh Look At Death Poem by Andrew Rimmer

Coming to a sad final personal ending
Still everything else left behind remaining.
It is best not to think that one dies,
That's to say; for you, life itself dies.

Missing out on what's been there,
Pining for family who do care,
Friends: memories and fond curiosity
All lost just to you is such an atrocity.

Life dies an infinite number of times;
For each person as the final clock chimes.
Life is simply a myriad of deaths;
Yet warmly preserving its living breaths.