Life and Death

This is not quite a poem.

Life will lead us to death. 

Death will lead to the unknown. 

Arriving at this destination is inevitable,

yet we place importance on how we get there.

For we cannot control our destination

We cannot control our unknowing of what lies beyond our destination

But we can control how we arrive at our destination. 

We can all choose how to greet death

Be it a content and accepting smile

An angry and unwilling glare

Or a regretting and sorrowful frown. 

For we have free will. 

We are the travelers on the long road

Yet we are also the architects who pave that road with our own hands. 

We are the painters who imagine and create

Yet we are the canvas and the paint. 

When you greet Death

What colors will be on the canvas of your life?

What sights will your traveled road have allowed you to see? 

What will you be able to share with Death when the two of you finally meet? 

When I share what is mine, I will make death smile.

Author's Note

This was originally supposed to be a philosophical jibber-jabber of sorts, but I kind of liked how it felt to present it as more of a poem-like piece of writing.

Reviews

[Chloe_Spence]

Very well done.

"We are the travelers on the long road" is a great line- sums up how it can sometimes feel to exist as a human, shaping and molding our future through our actions... a very good poem, Nicholas :)