In Loving Memory

Hello there.
This next one by me is nothing rancid or morbid.

Juz a thought that has brought me thinking...

Dunno wat triggered it.
Mayb its the sudden glimpse of the future...
Maybe it's karma ...or..
Or maybe juz the fear of the thought that ...


That...
Somehow or rather...
Sooner or later;
The person we love (or hate) will...

Will pass us by... gone with the seasons...
Remembered by 'Our Beloved'

That too, soon will be consumed by time and forgotten.

What is it about death...
That fasinates us;
That brings the hours down to the minute...
to the seconds...
to a standstill...

Indulged in ourselves asking questions after questions
Questions that most of the time,
Don't have the answers,
Yet we persist...

One that has often evade us is - not about ourselves -
But to the departed.

Have we said enough during their lifetime?
Or for the times during their lifetimes,
We have said little or none;
We have said little or none that made difference - even once in their lifetime

Till the time comes for us to regret not saying those words that no matter how brief or simple
Made some difference in that lifetime of theirs.

What is fearful is not death itself -
But dying, alone (pardon me for the methaphor or pun)

The thought of dying, alone
Unsure if ever anyone have...
Ever -
Valued you;
Cherished you;
Had anything worthwhile

. . . During the long lifetime you have left
Before "In Memorandum"

To the living -
Have you said
I love you
Thank you
I miss you

Simple 3 words that could have made a difference of a lifetime.
Have you said enough?
For the departed to take of what's left?

Time waits for no one
While time heals all wounds...

Remember,
We, the departed have none left for the taking

But for the living,
Don't leave it till the time has come and gone
For the departed;
For us to regret we've said little or none.

- In loving Memory of -
My dearest grandmother

Wasted Time

Weary...
Suddenly I felt cumbersome,
Sick and Tired.

Been feeling like this for awhile.
Today's no better.

It's a mistake to come to work today.
Think of them young minds.
Think of them I say.
My responsibility?
I came and i saw them waste time away.
Despite all interventions.

To try and get them to learn
As much as i want to learn from them.

Sick was what i became.

It's time to let go...

Myself...