All The Love We Hide Poem by M McParland

With all the love that we have and all the love that we hide,
who will bury us when we die?
We hide so much in spite ourselves,
from fear of rejection and broken hearts,
but by not taking that very chance
we miss so much of what may be truly there.

Without the risk to find that special one and hide that love
you'll die alone broken hearted from what wasn't done.
Regret to fill your soul, then deep and painful empty passing.
And who will be there by your grave to see you off,
speak kind words of how they shared your life
and how they look forward to seeing you again in heaven?

A lonely life then passing is no thing anyone should suffer.
So with all the love that we have and all the love that we hide,
who will bury us when we die?