The Last Beat Poem by Shelley Frances
The Last Beat
I think that I shall slip on ahead
Quietly, suddenly with nothing to dread
Painless and instant yet not in a rush
No gripe, no fuss but whisper and hush
Spur of a moment, no agonized contemplation
Will cease to be with little reservation
Heart will sputter, unwilling to live
And finish one day giving all it could give
Friday, September 6, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: giving
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
After a full life...what else is there to do?
(c) 2013/from: 'Little Poems'
(c) 2013/from: 'Little Poems'
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