Eugene Grinman

Death is an inevitable fate.
Someday we have to go.
You hope you did
your best in life,
but how are you to know?
It's not the model of your car
or brand of clothes you wear.
It's not some fancy, famous name,
sewn in your underwear.
It's not the square footage of your house
or what you keep inside.
There's no material you possess
that proves success in life.
It's everything you sacrificed
and choices you made.
It's all the problems that you solved,
your lessons from mistakes.
It's bad times you've persevered.
It's all the fun you've had.
It's any time you've ever laughed
and every tear you've shed.
It's any time that you've been proud
of others or yourself.
It's every song you turned up loud,
and every friend you helped.
It's every wish you ever had.
It's all your dreams and hopes.
It's all the books you ever read,
the movies that you've seen.
It's all the stories you told,
The places you've been.
It's every sunset that you caught
and every cent you spent.
It's anyone you've ever loved
who mourns you in the end.
It's all these things
and so much more,
so don't stress.
If you lived your life
Wild-n-free,
Then it's been a success.

It just comes naturally to me,
I confess.
Writing a verse
is like taking my next breath.

Pick any theme,
I'll devour it whole.
Choose any topic,
I'll tremble your soul.

Taunted by adjectives,
haunted by verbs.
Visions of wisdom,
quotations and slurs.

Similes, metaphors,
pain and regret,
all of these things
dance around in my head.

Somehow they fuse
in a wonderful way.
Structure themselves
in an epic display.

Feather and ink,
and I'm ready to go.
Capture a moment
of life with a flow.