The Lesson Poem by Maya Angelou
The Lesson
I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
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
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TWO: The speaker acknowledges the physical and emotional challenges posed by time and mortality, yet expresses a steadfast determination to keep living and embracing life's experiences with love and enthusiasm.
ONE: 'The Lesson' is a reflective and introspective poem that contemplates the recurring cycles of life and death.
and to press on through the hard times to make an opportunity for the good times.
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12/12/2024 1:17:05 AM # 1.0.0
Love this poem. It reminds me of the words in a song... You cut me open and I keep bleeding love.