Gone are the dulcet moments once cherished
Encompassed by idyllic delight
Or the hours without relentless worry
Or the absolute serenity of a long winter night;
For today is full of the languid and decrepit
A cataclysm of repugnant 'overwhelming' woes
And a multitude of frightful circumstances
With a deluge of ill health that continues to grow;
Ever looking for our Chrysalis
With an epitome of exuberant wealth
But alas, the time doth prevail
As 'WE' are poverty stricken without our 'health';
Please listen and 'hear' us - uncaring deaf ears
Let not your ignorance keep you blinded in 'bliss'
For serious is the hour, my child, my love
For in your hurry there is so much you have missed;
For too soon-those you may love will be gone
without one scintilla of warning
will you then remember these words shared?
upon the day of a deep grey 'mourning';
By, Theodora Onken
May 25,2016
(c) Copyright: Theodora Onken.All Rights Reserved.
May 25,2016.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We can often forget the frailty of our existence. We balance precariously as an egg in the best of a high resting limb, the slightest breeze, the minutest storm could jostle us and send us careening to the ground. It is important to remember (and remind ourselves) tomorrow is never guaranteed, for ourselves or the ones we love.
Thank you Mike for reading and commenting!