Unlike Some, to Me Death Was a Gift

March 20, 2019

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is epitaphs.

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An epitaph for someone for whom death was a release from pain:

Unlike some, to me death was a gift:

No longer to live pointlessly in pain.

Choosing death, I might have on my own

Let loose the darkness gathered in my heart,

Except that luck has seen the matter through.

How simple, then, to let one's fortunes drift

Away from one, nor care for loss or gain.

Remember me as one who, not alone,

Relinquished well my moorings, to depart

Yet not without a backward glance towards you.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Epitaphs

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