Eric Cockrell


We Practice Dying - Poem by Eric Cockrell

we practice dying for years,
living lives in waiting,
clinging to cobwebbed memories.
reciting emotionless prayers,
with mechanical hearts,
making credit card investments
in the afterlife...
as if the door would close!
we would be angels,
never demons,
never aware of the storms.
laying our accomplishments
at the foot of eternity...
having forgotten to live!


Comments about We Practice Dying by Eric Cockrell

  • (4/21/2012 2:27:00 PM)


    So true, another thing we always do is say, oh it will
    save till the next day, but one day it won't.
    A great poem.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 21, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 21, 2012


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