One Last Time

Kurt Philip Behm

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 Offline)
  • Published: October 23rd, 2021 10:58
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  • LaurašŸŒ»

    Kurt,

    As I read ā€œOne Last Timeā€, for some reason I felt a certain sadness.

    I guess with age and experience we come to realize that weā€™re
    ā€˜not here to save the worldā€™. Hopefully weā€™ve made a bit of a difference. When we approach a certain period in our life, weā€™re no longer ā€˜here to ride the waveā€™.
    That ship has sailed.
    As we grow and blossom into our youthful self, we feel we can
    ā€˜save the worldā€™.
    As we approach our twilight years, we realize what is done is doneā€¦enoughā€¦che sarĆ  sarĆ !

    ā€˜Time on trial my last denial
    ā€”on distant Ronan landā€™
    Is this Ronan, Montana youā€™re referring to?

    When I saw the word in your poem, I was wondering about its relevanceā€¦so I thought it might be a place youā€™ve visited during one of your many travels.

    (When I read ā€œSearching 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.)

    LaurašŸŒ»

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Ronan is a Samurai without a Lord, free to wander and roam.

      • LaurašŸŒ»

        Thank you for sharing, Kurt. I learn so much from your writings. I am forever grateful.šŸ™šŸ»



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