Death Comes As The End For Us All

The poem below had its beginning is a blog comment I made to a friend's post. His words spoke directly to something inside of me, and I immediately felt what I had to write. 

The same friend left a comment on his blog, which challenged me to take my initial poem further.

The poem below is the result, and it comes straight from my heart and mind. I encourage you to go to John Malone's blog post and read the words that started it all.

Life’s end…

To the dead man down by the sea,

thank you, for the sad tale of your lonely

ending in life brings my own family even

closer to my heart. And it makes me glad

my father’s life ended as he was cared for

by workers who truly did care. The

differences between the two deaths

are stark, one a family man who ended

his life, loved and mourned by many,

the other, mourned perhaps, by none.

I mourn the passing though, of this

unknown and possibly unloved man.

For me, he will stand in for the universal

unknown poor man, one who struggles

through life in his lonely way. They cope,

or fail to cope, these people, and are

ignored by the multitude. In his passing

though, this one man stands in the place

of the many. I pay tribute to them all,

the people, unloved and unmissed, those

we try to forget. They each lived their life,

and played their part, in society’s

everlasting drama.