It Is Finished… Final
I wanted to spend my whole life
writing poems;
A” Life’s’ Work” so to speak…
But then, I think, even if I lived to be a hundred,
still, I would not be finished
speaking through words…
A million years and still there would
be thoughts that have not dawned before.
Poetry is without end:
Creation, itself, continually changing and adapting:
It is “Darwin’s” Evolution..
Ever evolving.
And as “Quantum Physics” says that every point in the universe is its center,
Thus, it does not matter where in this genealogical,
lineage of verse,
Where I decide to cease and desist:
It’s stream of consciousness will always continue to flow:
Now, or fifty years from now,
the tongue would still be shaping breathe into words …
So, I might, just as well, stop right here,
put down the pen,
and call it, either, a life well or miss-spent, that is up to you, the reader?
Just, do not forget to turn out the light…
John Thomas Tansey 8.4.7
Copyright ©2007 John Thomas Tansey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem