I wish to die in day old love
like leaving work on a good Friday,
in a good week, in a good year.
I want to never crest the hill,
but dream the landscape there
for disappointing heights I've topped.
I want to die painting hope
on a rare old rainy day
when light is all within.
I pray that gods, or law of odds
will choose a time above despair,
for no dread scythe must find me there.
A beautiful poem on the theme of death. How you have conceived it is simply awesome. Imagery adds to the beauty of the poem.
Deeply touching and well crafted poem Great images, a deeply satisfying read Thanks Barry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I want to die painting hope on a rare old rainy day when light is all within. I pray that gods, or law of odds will choose a time above despair, for no dread scythe must find me there. =great verses, barry.
Thanks...................................................!