David McLansky

Freshman - 991 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Last Poem - Poem by David McLansky

I am dying every minute
My soul is slipping away
I cannot stop life’s progression
I cannot halt my own decay;

My poetry lays in cartons
Stacked in boxes in my room
My history of failed loving
Dusty echoes of my doom;

My muscles grow more rigid
Self conscious of the pain
I fear the loss of movement
I’ve who moved in vain


Comments about Last Poem by David McLansky

  • Silver Star - 3,250 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (8/1/2013 6:00:00 AM)

    take heart, poet, your poems would not be in vain for the posterity. You strike a sad note here, David. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 1, 2013


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