Final Fragrance Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Final Fragrance Of Life
A journey of life has almost been completed,
folding gently like a rose about to fall to the ground.
Fragrant scent even now fading from existent smells;
turning away from the rest of the flowers in the garden
to pursue the afterglow of death upon a far distant
horizon from the one we know.
Traveling alone, weary from many years on earth,
preferring quiet solitude, walking solitarily through
final preparations of death.
Reminiscing, visiting with close relatives who have
already gone on ahead in years gone by.
Touching the final fragrance of life, passing by on it's
way to dying, we forget our lives on earth.
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4/23/2024 8:37:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Folding gently like a rose about to fall to the ground. to pursue the afterglow of death upon a far distant horizon from the one we know. Traveling alone, weary from many years on earth, walking solitarily through final preparations of death. Touching the final fragrance of life, passing by on it's way to dying, It is a real meditation my dear Roseann. The use of the word fragrance in this context of the meditation of death touched me. afterglow, solitude, reminiscence, visiting. so many words which are so true when thinking of death. But please dont fall into any kind of depression. Death comes when it comes. it is a joy if we can believe in an after-life after the earthly demise. God waits for you and me. We will be loved more i think, since we are trying in our own little way to spread the FRAGRANCE through our poems. love your meditation.