Max Parriott


My Life - Poem by Max Parriott

The beginning is forgotten
The end is unseen
No one will know the entirety
Not even I

From my year of birth
To my year of death
A blur of people, places, and actions
Too much to remember in a lifetime

From first steps,
To my father, or mother
Grandmother or Grandfather
Aunt or uncle

First mistakes,
Falling to the ground, skinning a knee
Putting body through harm
Not breaking one single bone

Emerge first successes,
Awards of triumph, acknowledgments of passing
Salutes of acceptance, cheering of approval
But they don’t all last

In the end, failures take hold
Losing a relationship
Losing a friend
Losing yourself

You might think this is dark
This is only life, but
This is also
My Life


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 11, 2011


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