The toddler sleeps with ashen cheeks and fingers pale and cold,
Across the street the crippled man regrets he still grows old.
Departure’s never easy, be it dusk or dawn or noon,
It seems to me we live too long, or else we die too soon.
Departure’s never easy, be it dusk or dawn or noon, you picture the internal struggle of a man or a woman who cogitates on death. thank you for this great write. Tony
'MANY die too late and some die too early. Still the doctrine sounds strange: 'Die at the right time.' Die at the right time thus Zarathustra teaches.' - Friedrich Nietzsche... Your poem reminded me of this quote.. A poignant write Jim.. Thank you for sharing..
Wonderful poem shared for right time of death to have union with friend of heaven. Wise sharing....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem flows well and has good rhyme. You have done a good job with this. I really like how you ended the poem with these lines: Departure’s never easy, be it dusk or dawn or noon, It seems to me we live too long, or else we die too soon.