A Reflection Upon a Youth in Passing
Oh’ how
I grieve the loss of function ..
Oh’ how
I mourn the loss of form ..
This
magnificent decline of mine
is so very
determined and unrelenting
although it
commenced, the very same
day I was born ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: they said it was best to sleep with one eye open so she can't creep up on you .. but mark my words, she does
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Doh! Why bother we may say, if pessimistic. Why bother to be born, if we start to die from that day onwards?
There is more to it than that, positively, thankfully.
But I often remind KP of the negative aspect of this, to make her miserable. lol.
for a while back then I thought you were maybe quietly astute .. but it seems you are, on the face of it, a rodent sir ..................... Neville 🙂
Yeh - the ageing process - tell me about it.......
Nah, don't remind me, Nev....
No need to is there you old dog ........ feels like we are in the same boat sir ....... ouch 🙂
Notice the appearance of Fido in my poem today? lol.
Not yet 🙂
Just a thought after reading these few grieving lines Nev. - down through the ages ladies and some gents spent fortunes to by-pass signs of decline in shape and form - - yet beauty they say comes from inside not out and restores outer wrinkles to ageless glory - well methinks that's worth trying for someone who mourns passing youthdom. Oooh ( Hope this last word raises a smile ) ...............x
Ta Fay, and bless you too .. I feel like a teenager sometimes ........ but there aren't that many around these here parts .. as for this particular scribble of mine, I was writing on behalf of a friend .. maybe 🙂 x
(this that accursed duality of life
we breathe in our demise
and blink forth to our end
in every treasured moment
alive...)
but ending's can offer solace
aside our laments and fear
it's a question of perspective
truly..
(so knee-cracking relatable Hyung
promise me a seat at your table
on that other side
of that six feet divide
and I'll promise to buy
an eternity of drinks!)
cheer's, to a life bravely Lived dear Poet
🍻😎
let's smile in defiance till that very last
with one eye open
and the other
lost within that embrace of remembrance
for why else did we strive to accumulate
all those sunrise and sunset, experiences
in our lives!
cheers 🍻
Cheers indeed brother Mek ........ & my seasonal best wishes to you sir and yours .. Neville
And yet, another example of the future bumping into the past. But no other way to get to today. A fine write there N.
thank you my friend ....... for both the visit itself and the comment you have left behind .. seasons best to you & yours and with best wishes for a happy, healthy and safe 2023 🙂
And all the same for you and yours N. I hope Santa brings you all you hoped for.
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