This is new; I wonder what you will think of it.

The Brave Ones

Their bodies always broke down,
And sometimes their minds,
When they lived long enough;
It was only a matter of time.
The process could not be reversed.
It could not even be stopped.
They could only modestly impede
The progress of decay.
Some were eased by loss of mind,
Or by the hope that they were bound
For a far better place.
But others could see its face;
And knowing it for what it was,
Faced, unblinking, unflinching,
The very moment of their death.

And some said "Fight until the end,"
And others counseled graceful resignation,
And some said life was lifted up
By having something to die for:
Their families, or their nations, or their gods,
Or humankind itself.
But whatever they said or thought,
They had to die, all those who passed before;
And not because they wished to die,
But just because they had not learned
How not to die.

And we, who only live
Because they lived,
Go on and on.
We shall not have to know, or get to know
What it is the brave ones knew:
That they would surely die.
And we, who only live
Because they lived,
Go on and on...

Poetry by Rob Graber
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Written on 2015-03-11 at 17:13

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very powerful. Extremely good.

I've always wonder what it will be like at the time. I hope to be one of the brave ones who will face it head on ... but we don't know until the time comes. Great poem!

The simple truth we all have to face someday.
A well written poem, indeed.

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Well done, Rob.