That pain surrounds our birth, there’s no denying,
though worse, the fear that comes with thoughts of dying.
For life’s sojourn is pierced by sounds of crying,
as day-by-day we creep unto our dying.
Absorbed by fear of loss, we turn to buying
mere toys to mask remembrance of our dying.
And as our days grow long we know dark sighing
of friends and those we love. We watch their dying.
Perhaps, at length, we will eschew defying,
instead, embracing death: Victorious dying.
Re-posted for Gooseberry Garden’s where today’s theme is loss and longing. http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/ Thank you Shashi for this prompt and your dedication in the past in hosting.