Infinity
So, is life infinite by design?
Is life a circle ? "0" or a line? "---".
My physical body is on the decline.
To, its fate, I do resign.
But of my concience, I need to know.
My thoughts, my spirit, where do we go?
If death is the end, I will take it slow.
If divinity is out there, well, lets get on with the show.
I like to think that there is somewhere beyond.
Life, after death, of this thought I am quite fond.
I look for messages from the dead, no one did respond.
Between you and I, death will break our bond.
For this reason let`s hope for life on the other side.
If there is I will not hide.
I will find all my family before me which have died.
It1s just a dream now. But damn, what a ride.
keith jeffries
Sat 24th Oct 2020 18:34
JD.,
This poem presents all poets with the enigma of life after death. What will become of us? Will we all be reunited? Or are destined to be dust for eternity? Is there a purpose to our existence? The answers lie, I believe, in the infinite reaches of the universe and therefore elude our finite minds. Many of my poems have reflected on this theme as it intrigues me greatly, especially as the years pass me by. Your poem is clear, well rhymed, succinct and addresses the perennial problem very well indeed.
Thank you for this,
Keith