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Moody Days


I Wonder

When it is my turn to die,
Will I ponder on my days afar?
Will I yearn for your arms and cry?

When it is my turn to die,
Will I despair in a lonely chill?
Will I hold your hands in mine?

When it is my turn to die,
Will I close my eyes and sigh?
Will lost loved ones linger on the other side?

Ray de Bono
18.07.07

Comments

Anonymous said…
I like this poem. Very deep. Its full of questions that makes everyone think, yet all questions have to remain unanswered. This is our destiny. No body knows exactly the exact remaining 'living' days..

Only God have these answers and its only in him that we shall find our fulfillment.

Keep it up Ray.

Anton
Evan Camilleri said…
hmmm...

No time to die, too many things to do!
Anonymous said…
do you see any bright things around you?
Anonymous said…
do you see any bright things around you?
Xa said…
Hekk hu... that's life and the bitter reality that we have to somehow come face to face with one day.

Cha
Maria Lewis said…
Very deep and so well expressed thoughts...

A wise German dramatist (Bertolt Brechtonce) once said 'Do not fear death so much, but rather the inadequate life.' So if your life is fulfilled and adequate, and death cathes you off guard, do not fear, for this earthly ending is only the start of a new heavenly beginning....

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