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the good.

by Bethany Peterson — Read all 39 poems by Bethany Peterson

this one's a little existential.

Wednesday, December 11, 2019

What must it feel like to breathe your last breath?
We will soon find out,
As the span of our lives is nothing to be measured.
For what is time?
We’re all running out of it as every second goes,
With no hope for return.
We can only do our best with what we’ve been given.
The good far outweighs the bad.

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Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on January 2, 2020

Never stop writing !

m

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on December 13, 2019

As ready as I am, last night my mouth got so dry that I could hardly open it to call for assistance. I tried keeping my mouth closed and breathe just through my nose, but that has always been difficult for me. So you struck home quite literally as I sensed the distinct possibility how I will breathe my last breath. Because I physically can't anymore.

Doing good every day until that time comes. Lovely poem confirming that sentiment.

Ron

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

Reviewed on December 12, 2019

We're born to die, and that's the cold hard truth. It's up to us to make the best of our time here, and be the best we can be.

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