Poems On Life And Death
What are some good poems on reflecting on life near death (10 pts)?
I’m looking for some poems that describe the poet’s reflection on his/her life near death; this reflection could be optimistic, pessimistic, etc. For example, was the life happy? Was it a life wasted, and if so, does the poet grieve it, or accept it?
A poem that I chose already is “Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night” by Dylan Thomas, so that’s an example.
I need all the help that I can get. 10 pts are readily available! 
“The Soldier”
If I should die, think only this of me
That there’s some corner of a foreign field that is forever England.
And there shall be, in that rich earth, a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware
Gave once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam
A body of England’s breathing English air.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less,
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given.
Her sights and sounds, dreams happy as her day;
And laughter learnt of friends, and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
Rupert Brooke
Rupert Brooke died in 1915 – the same year that my uncles were killed in France in the Great War, so I have always found it particularly poignant.