Death Poem by Richard Shindle
Death
Death comes unexpectedly in the waning hours of darkness and another spirit ascends into the heavens at the crack of dawn.
A far away quake sends the tsunami rushing to shore where unexpected souls await their fate.
The storm spawns an F-5 tornado and the small village is a direct hit for unexpected victims of mother nature's wrath.
The ocean unveils a category 5 hurricane headed to the mainland where people attempt to prepare for a visit from the grim reaper.
The interstate is at rush hour and the thunderstorm sends the large 18 wheeler on a death course for those in its way- unexpected death again prevailing.
Death writes the script for all of mankind- unexpected death or fate?
A poem that moves the heart of the reader. A reflection on death, how unexpected it may show up. Something we need to think on and off about. In a hundred years none of us will be still here, all (or almost all) will be new people. I think I have come to a certain level of acceptance of the fact that all of us will die and none of us knows when. Excellent poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/20/2024 9:37:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Good writing. This made me think and reflect. Thanks for sharing. Nhien
Thanks for the compliment. Glad you liked it. Please share with your friends. Richard