Martin Swords

Rookie (9th December Nineteen Fifty / Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland)

The Late Gift - Poem by Martin Swords

He had only one more gift to give,
the manner of his going.
He had only one short life to live,
and only now was knowing
it was shorter than he thought.
And yet….. the gift….
……..the gift of going
without having others wait
longer than they should.
Without clinging to a type of
life far beyond its good,
was a lesson only late learned.
“Die when you’re still alive”,
he thought, “when you can be
remembered laughing, not
as a weeping dribbling dimentiate.”
He hoped he could deliver.



Martin Swords July 2008


Comments about The Late Gift by Martin Swords

  • Fay Slimm (11/5/2008 4:55:00 AM)

    The fine rhyming reaches into the heart in this moving piece and here we have a beautiful take on the phrase - 'the gift of going'. Very soon the reader knows what that means in this excellent message of courageous intent right to the end. (Report)Reply

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  • (10/16/2008 6:02:00 PM)

    A very nice poem and message.

    Ron
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  • Adeline Foster (10/1/2008 3:58:00 PM)

    Deep, but clear and empathetic, at least one would hope it is empathetic and not of personal perusal. Well written.
    Adeline
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 23, 2008



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