Poetry By Chuck



Each of us will pass on his or her day
and those that pass are always just a thought away.

In those days of confusion, not so long ago,
our distant relatives gathered to watch the river flow.  
Their eyes attracted by the gentle eddy flow.  
Their minds attracted by the  preachers gentle flow.  
Some were filled with anger and it could only grow,
while some were filled with love extending its soothing flow.  
Now the dearly departed rests in gentle repose,
and dirt covers the sins while the river onward ever flows.

Author Notes:

Written May 10, 2004


July 13, 2004
  • I agree...this is a very comforting piece. I've often what it would be like if we reversed the behavior pattern practice at the passing of another. Instead of mourning their death...what would it be like if we honored their life...their accomplishments...the legacy they left behind. Seems to me that is how we would all hope to be remembered anyway. I hatethe thought of someone's final thought and vision of me being a cold, lifeless figure. This is really nice. Thank you for sharing the comfort.
  • Joshuacrisel
    May 27, 2004
    i liked this alot good write and i really did like the meaning of this it was so true and thanks for sharing it really was a good shiort lil write good job on this and thanks for sharing

  • wishintreeUK
    May 26, 2004
    This is a comforting thought you have here Chuck... tis true the first part of your poem, however, the ending is so comforting... well done!!! ~Katie~