I’m not wishful anymore
or here to ride the wave
My feet both mired in aging mud,
my heart now turned away
I’m not here to save the world,
nobility be damned
Time on trial my last denial
—on distant Ronan land
(Henderson North Carolina: October, 2021)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: October 23rd, 2021 10:58
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Lauraš»
Comments1
Kurt,
As I read āOne Last Timeā, for some reason I felt a certain sadness.
I guess with age and experience we come to realize that weāre
ānot here to save the worldā. Hopefully weāve made a bit of a difference. When we approach a certain period in our life, weāre no longer āhere to ride the waveā.
That ship has sailed.
As we grow and blossom into our youthful self, we feel we can
āsave the worldā.
As we approach our twilight years, we realize what is done is doneā¦enoughā¦che sarĆ sarĆ !
āTime on trial my last denial
āon distant Ronan landā
Is this Ronan, Montana youāre referring to?
When I saw the word in your poem, I was wondering about its relevanceā¦so I thought it might be a place youāve visited during one of your many travels.
(When I read āSearching For Crazy Horseā for the second time, I was curious to know the locations of the places you wrote about. So I looked them up on a map to have an idea of your travels.)
Lauraš»
Ronan is a Samurai without a Lord, free to wander and roam.
Thank you for sharing, Kurt. I learn so much from your writings. I am forever grateful.šš»
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