We Practice Dying

we practice dying for years,
living lives in waiting,
clinging to cobwebbed memories.
reciting emotionless prayers,
with mechanical hearts,
making credit card investments
in the afterlife...
as if the door would close!
we would be angels,
never demons,
never aware of the storms.
laying our accomplishments
at the foot of eternity...
having forgotten to live!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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