Only A Thought Poem by Edwina Reizer

Oh to live forever in the warmth of the womb
and never know the cold of the tomb
that beckons and calls its haunting refrain
is only a thought that can't remain.

For life is a tragic play on a soul
that yearns forever to have and hold
all the fruits that deliver peace.
But this a thought. It too will cease.

The warmth of the womb I won't remember.
It will fade away like a dying ember.
In the end the cold of the tomb will call
and I won't have a thought at all.