John Anderson

Rookie - 65 Points (Detroit)

Young Man's Death - Poem by John Anderson

A grey haired man in his 70s; hiding the spring in his step
A thriving man in his 20s; except he is dead

And as I sat in the crowded room
hunched shoulders; an air of doom
'It isn't fair, ' someone said
As if only a senior were ever that were dead

The spry codger felt guilty for being old
Like he'd stolen years, or cheated a toll
And no one asked did the kid smoke or drink?
'Cause he was far too young, was all we could think

But as I listened, looking like I was praying
I came to realize, none of us will be staying
He wasn't robbed, his years weren't guaranteed
At this point I realized a life has no deed

At the heart of recalling this person we've lost
Is not the way he approached the day's cost
Cause when we are young, assumptions are made
That we have till tomorrow; there is no trade.

Topic(s) of this poem: death, funeral, life, life and death, lifespan


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 23, 2018


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