Before We Go

Poetry for the Soul

Photo by Johannes Plenio

Someday
I will no longer
Be here
No longer be able to 
To see a sunrise
To feel the caress
Of water
Or the pleasure
Of hugging a loved one.

Someday I will no longer
Be able to enjoy 
The simple pleasure
Of a heavenly meal
The scent of pouring rain
Or the silence
Sounds and
Songs of nature.

Therefore,
While I am here
Before I go
What will I make
Of this wild 
Wonderful 
Uncertain life?

Will I allow myself
To feel?
To really feel?
To really live?
To really love?

If not, 
What am I doing here?
Beyond
Eating
Sleeping 
Working
Cleaning
Over and over 
And over again. 
A cycle of habits and repetition?

Or can I pause
And take this moment
To embrace
To taste
To relish 
The beauty of now
Of each experience
The sweetness
And bitterness
Of grief
Of love
Of longing
Of living?

What will I do
What will I say
What will I leave
Before I go?

What will you?

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