A prelude as to what is after death.

Who you grew with, who you lived with
And who you worked with are all gone or invalid,
Outdated or scattered, and no longer near you.
Who are near you are new to you,
knowing no merit of your past.
You live with an image having no image.
Yes, it is prelude as to what is after one’s death.
05.01.2003

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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