Thought For The Day
I wonder if death is like a cool drink
on a cruel, hot, humid day in August
or the last bite of a bowl of ice cream.
Could it be complete indifference or
complete happiness, ultimate satisfaction.
Do you think there's fear or resignation?
Could it be the greatest pleasure, saved for last
knowing you would be unhappy living
while knowing it was waiting?
I don't mind waiting
but I was thinking....
©Herb Ratliff, July 31, 2012, All Rights Reserved
This is a topic I have frequently entertained, though others often consider it too morbid and don't like to hear my thoughts.
ReplyDeleteI like your metaphors because they imply something better beyond. I have less faith than you. I've long said this life is the only one we know for sure, and we need to make sure we waste none of it -- just in case there isn't one after this. And if there is, well, we can all be pleasantly surprised.
Here's a metaphor that occurred to me while reading your poem: The film breaks at at very interesting point in a movie and we don't get to see the ending.