Not so young and vibrant anymore
Wonder what the future holds in store
What contract did I sign on coming in?
When does the living end and death begin?
I watch as others teeter on the brink
What designates the change in how we think?
An inkling from subconscious level mind
That tells us we're beginning to unwind?
It seems that once the process has begun
The body knows there is no place to run
And so the battle wages, short or long
And in the end the living sing our song:
They praise us for the good deeds we have done
And raise us up as rainbows in the sun,
Funny how you never hear a word
About the juicy stories they all heard:
They say nobody's perfect, that's for sure
So who are they to say you were not pure?
The slate is clean again and all is well..........
Will heaven take you in or give you hell?
2/29/2008
All things considered! Truly a great effort my friend. Thanks for sharing.
Ah...you so well put what we all ponder at one point in our life...some sooner then others....some taken so young they never had the chance or time to think...As usual a thought provoking write from you
Midnight....Again you adorn our minds with philosophical theory & muse-fodder. Ilike the tone you establish from the gitty-yup, as well as the poems cascading stazaec movement.It's always a great pleasure to read quality literature...and thats what these eys's see, whenever your name is on the bottom of a poem! ~ FjR ~
What if God is into recycling, and you get reincarnated, instead? Loved your musings on the topic... -chuck
This is a wonderful poem Linda. You have taken your introspective musings and directed them poetically, wittily and wisely. Love the down to earth directness of the piece and the irony your use when describing those eulogizing platitudes that are regularly trotted out after death. Your last line is perfect. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
dear Linda- I certainly resonate to the perplexity expressed in your poem! I found myself having those very thoughts today where I worked siding a small cabin (carpentry) - My body said to me, 'you're getting too old for this! ' best, Craiog
great poem, great rhym and rhythm of your soul. thanksa for sharing, best wishes, melvin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a sterling poem, written with wisdom and angst and something only those of a 'certain age' can fully appreciate. Your skill with language serves you admirably and your contralto voice booms with confidence and satisfying cadences. Brilliant. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥