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'.
Joe thus is a magnificent poem a real gem. I really enjoyed reading it. A worthy 10.
I like it Joe, flying low, hang in there bud. thanks for stop[ping by.
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.
beautiful expression through lifetime achievement each stanza is piognant in its view.
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.
beautifully written poem. the good deed we sew will follow us to the end
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
running out of time, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment,