The old man flails his torch at time itself
Lost in the dark of nightmares
Confused and bloody minded
He blindly whips at the inevitable
Days numbered
The defiant flames of life drifting down to embers
Taunting the fangs of death to bite
From out of the gloom
The heat of his existence ready to fight
In the hope of one more day
The heat of his existence ready to fight For the hope of one more day
A very thought provoking and deeply moving poem about the Grim Reaper we must all face.
So many people pray for just one more day. Well written and expressed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Touching poem. Marvellously pictured the state where man starts to count ‘one more day.' May I invite you to read the poem "A SILENT PRAYER' a translation-on my pages. Thank you.