Someone once said that we die twice–
First, when we take our very last breath.
The flame on our candle goes out as we
Transition between life and death.
But then comes our second dying,
Which is similar but not the same.
That death occurs when someone for
The very last time says our name.
So where are extinguished flames?
What happens to the morning dew?
What effect does speculating
Have upon our point of view?
Life has many questions to ponder.
I wonder if such thoughts are freeing:
Knowing that we once had been
And not remaining attached to being.
-by Bob B (10-26-19)
From Hello Poetry
