Nate Hawk

Rookie (England)

Passing On - Poem by Nate Hawk

Born into this world, with a burst of sound
Whimpers, cries, but no memory of how
No soul ever given a choice in the matter
To live life of any sorts, however, I am proud

To be yourself seems the most challenging part
Where to finish I know, but not where to start
Fear of expression, resentment and failure
Weigh heavy as concrete, on mind and on heart

It seems easier to curse, for the good get nought
A subjective experience maybe, but no reasons to doubt
Maybe when I pass on, answers flow like the streams
For death I don't fear, thought know not what life's about

One day we all pass, our time come and gone
To feel the softness of kiss, hear the beauty of song
Is something I wish could last till time itself ends
But before that I'll have vanished,
And though nought can last forever,
Forever also, I cannot be wrong

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 1, 2012

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