I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.
Age sure does weary us but your cleverness shouts out 'I love to live' so do I that's why I as a kid I dived into the cellars to avoid Hitler's bombs, glad he's dead....life is wonderful...kind regards
grate poem..... i loved it :)
I keep dying because I love to live... Love it.
beautiful.... one of my favorites! :)
A powerful write.Liked the closure lines.
A penetrative insightful piece of poetry.
I keep on dying, Because I love to live Great
I keep on dying, Because I love to live...lovely expression! The best poem.
I love Maya AngelouQ! !
Love this poem. It reminds me of the words in a song... You cut me open and I keep bleeding love.