Long Days and Short Years Poem, by Thomasine Dye, at My poetic side

A day is too long

But the years are much too short

Time makes nothing of us all

There is no escape or recourse

My few years wasted and gone

This brief candle is fading away

Like the rod bowing before the wind

This fate I wordlessly obey

Hurt has made me humble

Shown me what I am

So in these last dire moments

I do right however I can

Apologies to the few that are left

I make my peace with ghosts

Then I gaze at the sapling trees

Who are more than I’ll ever know

Here, at the end of all things

Only now I act as I should

I accept them as part of me

A piece of our personhood

Comments +

Vaughn Walker May 16th, 2022 21:24
Beautiful and yet sorrowful. Thank you for sharing this.
L. B. Mek May 17th, 2022 05:00
'Hurt has made me humble
Shown me what I am
So in these last dire moments
I do right however I can

Apologies to the few that are left
I make my peace with ghosts
Then I gaze at the sapling trees
Who are more than I’ll ever know'..
Amen!
(when I grow up
I wish to attain, a percentage
of the humble wisdom
in these words...!)
thank you for choosing to share, oh wise Poet

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