On the Slab

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On the Slab

By Tony DeLorger © 2011


On the slab with vacant air,

paled skin and empty stare.

Held by death no longer bare,

the platitudes of life.


My wrinkled skin my wasted grin,

now loosely draped on bones of sin.

My handsome face what once had been,

my calling card in life.


How shallow now it seems to be,

my rotting flesh far gone to see.

The reaper near his face of glee,

revelling in my plight.


For all I’ve done and all I’ve meant,

now here I lie with acrid stench,

my shell so bleached my form so bent,

I’m hardly worth recall.


The moment we are born it starts,

our slow demise our stony hearts,

relinquish life as time imparts,

the end approaching fast.


So better we appreciate,

the life we’ve got before too late,

and love your heart the good innate,

and give your life a meaning.


For when it’s gone the memories fade,

the love you gave the friends you made,

are all that’s left in life’s tirade,

acknowledge it while you’re here.


Death is inevitable.

Love is a choice.


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Tony DeLorger 5 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thank you so much Veronica. I'm glad you enjoy my work.


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VeronicaFarkas 5 years ago from Ohio, USA

This is one of my favorites. You are a very gifted and creative writer, and your flow is impressive.

Thanks for the tiny insight into your beautiful mind. =]


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Tony DeLorger 5 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks SilentReed, for your comment and for dropping by.


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SilentReed 5 years ago from Philippines

I like this poem in a macabre way

gruesome details of one's passing

but the message of love if one only listen

live life to the fullest, death may come soonest

Sometimes I wonder how it feels (I do)

laid out on a slab in a mortician's lab

poke and probe like a piece of meat

not of my choice but death's decree :)

Thank you for sharing and have a good day.


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Tony DeLorger 5 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

I haven't quite thought of that preacherdon, but the message lies in the quest for love and appreciation while we're are still here, before it's too late.

Thanks for reading and your comment. Have a good day.


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preacherdon 5 years ago from Arkansas

Very nice. Never heard death described so poetically. Might be something nice to recite at a funeral.

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