When I Die Poem by Zara O

When I Die

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When I die, will I feel it was all worth it?
Will I feel like I made a difference?
Left an impact?

When I die, will I be able to say that I gave my all?
That I did everything I could, no matter the outcome?

When I die, will I be able to say that I loved?
That I was loved?
That I gave my heart?
Gave my all?

When I die, will I have regrets?
Things that I wish I had said?
Things I wish I had done?

What is worth it?
What difference can I make?
What is there to life that I can leave behind?
That I can make better?
Why am I here and what do I do?

When I am sad, who do I lean on?
When I am lost, where am I found?
Can I ever really own anything?
Even my own purpose?
Is the mission not over as I draw my last breath?

My body is borrowed, is everything else too?
I cannot own it, to have and to hold.
I will only ever keep it for a moment.
My memories will fade.
My looks will age.
My love?
Is that forever?
Can it transcend time and space?
Does my Grandad's?
Does he love me still?
Does he remember me now?
Who will I remember?
Who will be my anchor back to the human realm?

I am here and I exist.
Now and in this moment.
The only thing of which I am certain.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dennis Ryan 17 April 2024

Buddhism is just one answer. Best of wishes, Dennis Ryan

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Dennis Ryan 17 April 2024

"Prima, quad vitam dedit, hora corpsit … Nascentes morimur." You need remember that "Buddhism" is just a label for a mode of thinking that prioritizes the moment, that this kind of thinking exists in many places and cultures.

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Dennis Ryan 17 April 2024

As Montaigne wrote, "The project of our life is to build death. He quoted this from the Latin (Roman) poets: "Prima, quake vitam dedication,

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Dennis Ryan 17 April 2024

Death is the touchstone and guidepost to our lives here on Earth. Montaigne in his essays says as much, Shakespeare read his essay on death, and, as a result, was inspired in part to write the play Hamlet in 1599 in commemoration of his own son's death, whose name was Hamnet.

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