My teammate's father...my first funeral...doctor's misdiagnosed...he could have been saved.
My grandpa...died old...lived young...the drink kept him happy...left us sad.
My grandma...hardest of all...quick and painless...I was there...she stays with me forever.
A pilot at my brother-in-law's Air Force base...flew the same jet as my brother-in-law... ordinary day of flying formations...one mistake...tragic ending...it could have been him.
A class-mate at school...racing cars at lunch...hit a mustang cobra...spun into a pole...poisonous snake took his life.
Dates and times-a blur...unclear.
Obvious fact- my undying fear.
Afterlife uncertain...no promise alay.
A question that remains with me today.
But these deaths play a role.
A motivation for me.
Leave my heart with a hole.
But help me see all I can be.
Life...so short...often unknown.
It must be lived...as these deaths here have shown.
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I like that you took the poem a step farther and had a classic style of a poem at the end. I really like this a I have a phobia of dying so I relate.
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