Twice Dying

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)

Reviews

[Carola]

i really like this poem ⭐️
a good reason to search family history for ancestors & make genealogical charts & also post burials & a bit of family history on 'findagrave.com' and 'billiongraves.com'

[Rhayne]

I love this because the first thought that came to mind was 'my Dad will never suffer a second death'.