Epitaph Poem by Tom Billsborough
Epitaph
The oxygen of hope expires
I shudder
And my past breath
fades from the mirror,
A disappearing ghost,
Leaving alone
Death's inscrutable smile.
So close my eyes
My file lies in the future,
If at all,
My friends, who stall
For now within the endless present.
Thank God for your notes, Tom. You had me scared to death. Your poem is full of life. I like it. A lot!
you know someone said I was immortal or was it immoral! No, I seem to carry on despite my smoking habit. It does help my concentration when I'm writing, so I risk the trade off. So far so good!
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5/13/2024 8:06:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Death loses its arrogant grip on you as you pass into new life, your serene insights and courage fully intact for a ride into the unknown - these compact lines are loaded with intriguing substance!
Good going! - your enhanced adrenaline flow while being cared for by the nurse might have been the greatest sign of your ongoing vigor ;)
Thanks, Crayon. As I told you it did appear fairly quickly on New poems. I did go to the Doctor's today and was given a clean bill of health. Mind you my pulse rate was a little higher than normal. But the nurse holding my hand was very attractive! She might just qualify for tonight's fantasy!