I wonder who will give my eulogy

by P.T. Brooks

Life is what you make it
Unless you don't
The moments you'll take
Or the moments you won't
The hearts you'll touch
Or the hearts you'll break
The tears you'll hide
Or the tears you'll fake
The truth you'll whisper
And the lies you'll scream
The lies you'll whisper
And the truth you'll mean
The steps you'll take
Just for yourself
Or the strides you'll run
Reaching for help
The love you'll find
The friend you'll lose
Finding too late
A chance to choose
I wonder who will give my eulogy
And who they will see
And if they'll see you
Looking at me
In tears.


Posted on 09/17/2012
Copyright © 2022 P.T. Brooks

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/17/12 at 11:01 PM

Nicely revisites the issue and popularity of young romance and death. As a oldster and survivor, I can honestly tell you the romance and glory of death, especially suicide, is instantaneously fleeting. People quickly move on and forget about you. My advise, stick around for a while, get really popular, and in turn give her a really good reason to cry when delivering your eulogy. I've seen too many pretty young faces in coffins over the years...such a waste.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/18/12 at 02:19 AM

I'm with Chris on this one. Great write, too.

Posted by Mike Loftis on 09/19/12 at 12:37 PM

Having read nearly all of your poetry I can say with authority this is one of your best. Great use of contrasts to ask a question common to most of us mortals.

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