I find it hard sometimes
Working in a morgue
Looking at the deaceased
It is hard to imagine
What comes after life
Do you get
Born again
Get sent to heaven or hell
Get earthbound
Roaming the earth as a ghost?
Everyone has their own opinion on this subject
I really don't care
When I die
I just hope I impacted someone's life
All I really know is that I sell coffins
I do make up on the lifeless
I put clothes on the bodies
That once had blood pumping through them
The hardest deaths for me
As a mortician
Is the young
They were not ready to die
Their life was yanked away
It is so unfair
But who said life had to be fair
If life was fair
I would be living in a pent house suite
My daddy a millionaire
And I would be his heiress
But I don't believe they died in vain
I believe that when someone dies
Someone gets born
It is the circle of life
Life recycles the living
Life sometimes chooses the weak
Sometimes it chooses the wrong
Sometimes it chooses the powerful
When someone dies
What goes through your mind?
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