Paul at dVerse has asked us to contemplate
"The End" and its meaning to us. For
once, I didn't think in rhyme!
Submitted to dVerse Poetics
August 1, 2017
We equate the end with death … but we don’t like to call it dying. We say a dear one has “passed”, or we use euphemisms like “drop off the perch”, “take a dirt nap”, “meet your maker”, or “enter into the long sleep”. I’ve always felt we live our life in chapters. When one chapter ends, another begins … the end of childhood is the beginning of being an adult; the end of being single is the beginning of being married; the end of a job is the beginning of retirement; and so on. Every ending is a new beginning. My father was much revered by all in his family. When he died, we were all gathered in his hospital room to say our last goodbyes, and when he took his final breath we went to the hospital nursery to see the new babies, to remind us of the circle of life. At times in my life when I’ve felt a bit depressed, I’ve sought a new interest to rejuvenate my spirit. A new beginning never fails to spark enthusiasm. So, when my life reaches an end and I pass into the Great Perhaps, I’ve told my children I want my epitaph to be “What’s Next?”
* The question mark at the end of the title is NOT a typographical error.