Epithet

When it stops

when it is all done

when the air refuses

to move in my lungs.

Then, where life changes to 

something else

and death claims me back to the dirt

I will not regret.

I will remember the wonder

I will still feel the joy

the pain, the sadness, the laughter;

the life that I was, that I had.

To be grateful is to have lived well

to regret is to die too soon.

Reviews

[Autumn Lyric]

Read this several times. Love its depth and brevity like life itself. Thank you for sharing...

[Pryde Foltz]

To be grateful is to have lived well
to regret is to die too soon.

Great work, Mark.

[SheIsMe]

I relate well to this piece. Very descriptive and deep.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This Mark is deep and dark yet defiant and sounds as if the protagonist is resigned to death with little fear. emotive and compelling reading.

[icelandicblue]

Your last line is stellar. This poem makes me want to take a deep breath of cold fresh air.