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ivor or ivor.e hogg (7/4/1934 / Hebburn.Co Durham U.K)
100% fatal
I suffer from a malady.
which is slowly killing me.
There’s no known cause nor any cure.
Its something which I must endure.
A disease universally
accepted reluctantly
As affecting every race
A truth that everyone must face.
We’re born to live a while than die.
Its only when the end draws nigh.
That we review the life we’ve led,
what we could have done instead.
If we had known what we now know.
When we were young so long ago.
Would we have done things differently?
We cannot say with certainty.
Our lives are ruled by circumstance.
We roll the dice and take our chance.
Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose
complaining is of little use.
We can’t opt out refuse to play
the game continues anyway.
Why are we born only to die.
There has to be a reason why.
A part of some great master plan
too complex for the mind of man
to grasp in it’s entirety.
Embracing all impartially.
Wednesday,18 November 2009
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Great poem Ivor - I like it very much.
Life and old age is a maladay.
We all face that one truism, we will live then die. Just think what would happen if we all lived on and on. Live, love and give back....good poem and well written, its true, life ends.
Wonderful Poem..
thanks for sharing
michael
Sir, with due respect I salute thee... I will be reading you all the way...
A great composition Sir with all the innate feel in every word Thanks for this piece.This somewhat resemble my old poem PAGES......
True, things couldn't be different if we knew:
We were the part of a bigger game
We fitted best there in work frame.
We come off the stage when our role is over
For the new dramatis personae to take over.
Regards,
CP
Very well expressed. Maybe, it's to our benefit that we can't go back and relive our past or that we can't choose life without death. We probably would end up never getting very far. Why does wisdom come after and not before? There will always be the unknown and therefore the mystery. We are limited and have no choice about many of them.
I have much enjoyed reading this. It is an honest evaluation which is probably felt by many, and said by few. I think that many people have a kind of feeling that things could have been different. great piece.
Best Regards
Steve
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