Farewell To Poetry Poem by Barry Middleton
Farewell To Poetry
I know the time will come to say goodbye
although I know I am not ready yet
once granted life we want to never die
but death will always stalk us like regret
there are so many things I want to say
surrender of the soul provides a rest
as time so quick and quietly slips away
compared to life I rate that second best
compelled each day to write another rhyme
a cruel companion trails my every stride
I know that I am running out of time
and mortal gods are still my only guide
perhaps this life is but a metaphor
where I continue on my weary way
until I find some secret open door
so I will not give in to death's dismay
but even now I hear its stealthy tread
it waits for me to look upon its face
and though I would outrun my haunting dread
I know I'll never win this futile race
How glad we are that you are, each day, writing another rhyme, instead of saying farewell to poetry! I speak for many on this site when I say, I am proud of you! :)
Super poem.....I feeling very well when I was read your poem....
A great visualization of one's fears in front of the great and absurdum to us problem of the non existence!
Beautifully expressed. One who truly have loved poetry and many times dreads the inability that blocks the path would relate to these words. Thank you for sharing.
You've won our hearts, Barry. A heart-wrenching poem. But so beautifully honest!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Beautiful! Wonderful! Well penned. Poetry at its element best. Thank you for sharing