Reflections on the last Day

I am sure that, one day, a doctor,

who I do not know who will be,

will bend over me to attest to my death.

It will be one of the many tasks

he will then take care of.

He will be examining a body, but will never be able

to attest to the thousand and one days I happily lived

with the lovers I conquered, the devoted and faithful friends

who gave me their smiles and countless hugs, all of this born

from pure, naive and strong human camaraderie;

will never know neither the sobs of anguish nor the desperate voice

of certain days, nor the tears I had shed along some paths I walked;

will never even dream the brightness of the days

I was able to celebrate, although it took a while,

nor the victory over many of the enemies I had to face.

Also, he will not think of a God and Creator waiting for me,

analyzing and weighing the sentence to be delivered,

and what the new world I will be sent to.

Published in Better than Starbucks, November 2021 issue.

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