Mortality

 

What will we say when we face our mortality? 

We say we understand 

We are merely mortal 

Yet we sit and speak 

From the dais of immortality 

Every breath is another confirmation 

Of our eternal hope

We live forever 

In every inhalation and exhalation

How shall we speak of mortality 

when we deny it with our every action? 

To be mortal 

Is to accept pain

To accept hurt

To accept death 

(As in the very real possibility of it) 

Maybe not today 

For you or me 

But for thousands 

Mortality called today 

Some were enfeebled 

Some were in their prime 

Some were expected 

Some were not expected 

Still, mortality called

It is the call 

Which will not be denied 

Immortality is dispersed 

Forever is denied

The breath 

Which came at the beginning 

Now departs 

Life 

completed or not 

is now complete 

What will we say? 

How will we answer? 

When we face our mortality

What will it be 

A near miss collision 

A twinge of pain in the chest 

A doctors report 

A momentary loss of breath 

An almost fall 

What will it be 

When immortality slips 

Mortality sidles in 

We suddenly face it’s reality 

What will we say? 

How will we answer? 

When we face our mortality 

© Ron Simpson Jr. 

April 27, 2022