Regarding my Death

Poem by: DampKitten

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The anniversary of my death

Regarding my death

Each year, it comes

unbeknownst

that quiet hour

of passing

that date awaiting etching

to marble memory

and i, oblivious

to finality,

marching marching marching

(my matters to attend)

i do not bend

to notice, nor pause

consideration towards the end

that graceful anniversary

shall come reversed

no wine

no candles

and unrehearsed

Submitted: March 09, 2020

Non-Fiction death anniversary

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Extinct

Sweet kisses...

Tue, March 10th, 2020 3:54am

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Thank you...I like those

Tue, March 10th, 2020 9:10pm

Spyguy

Far be it for your end to come my friend!

Tue, March 10th, 2020 10:57am

Spyguy

Far be it for your end to come my friend!

Tue, March 10th, 2020 10:57am

Author
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I hope it is far! But you never know.
Thanks for reading, Spy!

Tue, March 10th, 2020 9:18pm

DLCannon

Not sure what this is about, but I like it. :)

Wed, April 15th, 2020 9:32pm

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I'm glad you like it and thanks for reading, DL.
Here's what it's about:

All our anniversaries are known to us....dates that we celebrate each year as a remembrance of an occurrence; a birthday, a wedding, a first date. But every year we all live through a day and an hour that will mark our final moment on earth, the anniversary of our death. It goes by unnoticed and uncelebrated. The poem is written simply to call attention to the irony of that day's passing and to emphasize how we tend not to consider it. That day is a mystery to each of us, be it dreaded or welcomed or approached with indifference. And we ourselves will never celebrate it...only the ones who survive us will observe its coming and going.

Wed, April 15th, 2020 8:25pm