We all hold knowledge, deep inside,
Remembering the good,
To the bad, saying good-bye,
Giving everything our best try, discovering, before we die.
To those in need, we should try to share,
If someone is ill, give them good care,
Some situations, we will look back, and stare,
Time after we depart, we're forgotten there.
A new child is born, to take our place,
As A mortician, handles our case,
Your time will come, so live A moderate pace,
Then our spirit, starts traveling, into another space.
Tom Maxwell ©
5/17/2019AD
8: 30 AM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well executed poem. Truly inspiring...5 stars*****