The Flame Is Burning Low Poem by Joseph Anderson

The Flame Is Burning Low

Rating: 5.0

We met down at the city park
Where old folk often go;
This day he seemed unduly sad,
His thoughts were causing woe.

We spoke and he with sadness said,
In mood of reverie-
'I hope the things I've said or done
Will merit memory.

A memory that goes beyond
The markings on my grave;
A memory that someway tells,
The efforts that I gave.

We have no choice upon this earth
Of when we come or go;
But deep within resides the seeds,
The seeds that we must sow.

The light we shine, within our time
In true reality,
Sets firm the legacy we leave
Throughout eternity.

From womb until our final act
Is when we write life's rhyme
And the flame is burning lower-
I'm running out of time'.

I believe that most of us wish to be remembered
Gajanan Mishra 24 June 2013

running out of time, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment,

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David Wood 24 June 2013

Joe thus is a magnificent poem a real gem. I really enjoyed reading it. A worthy 10.

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R.j. Wynn 24 June 2013

I like it Joe, flying low, hang in there bud. thanks for stop[ping by.

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Valerie Dohren 24 June 2013

We all do indeed wish to be remembered, and hopefully for our better self rather than for our failings. A superb poem Joseph, very well put together, and a great read. Love the closing stanza, very poignant, but I hope your flame will burn a lot longer yet.

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Ramesh Rai 25 June 2013

beautiful expression through lifetime achievement each stanza is piognant in its view.

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Sally Plumb Plumb 01 September 2013

Amazing piece of work.

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Sally Plumb Plumb 06 August 2013

Excellent metre.

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Hans Vr 27 July 2013

So very true, Joseph. Our good deeds, no matter how big or small will live on, way beyond our dead. They may not carry our names but the love contained in them will go on and on and multiply and multiply.

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Heather Wilkins 08 July 2013

beautifully written poem. the good deed we sew will follow us to the end

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Patricia Grantham 05 July 2013

A very compelling poem Joe. It reminds me of not taking things for granted and living life at it's fullest. We must not pass through this life without making an impact on someone. Let us not allow grass to grow under our feet. Excellent write.

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