Reflecting Upon One's Very Own Finale

Teddy.15

 

 

I must not let the mere thought of death 

steer me from living 

when, indeed I greet the earthly worms 

I’d like to think my time here  

was worth every moment

successful in being me

whether I chose to be a drunk 

or a prostitute an artist or a poet 

or simply a good person who just loved, love 

when I am gone I will never know

because… 

my finale will be left

with those I leave behind.

  • Author: Teddy.15 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 7th, 2023 07:27
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments8

  • Jerry Reynolds

    A fine write, Teddy.

    • Teddy.15

      Awe thanks dear Jerry. 💖

    • Neville



      I once knew a drunken prostitute who previously painted for a living and wrote some pretty amazing poetry .. They called her never say no Nancy and when I was homeless many years ago, she let me sleep on her sofa for a few nights .. She had a heart as big as a planet and I have written about her often over the years ... I very much like todays offering Teddy .. please excuse my waffle ... Neville ❤️

      • Teddy.15

        I absolutely love your waffle dear Nev, I was so unsure of this post written today in light of yet another young soul losing their life in a car accident in my local town.your words so much appreciated dear friend.❤️ And you just gave your beautiful friend a magnificent tribute by the way, sounds like someone I would have loved too.

        • Neville


          thank you Teddy .. I wrote the following for her many years ago .. ❤️

          Good Time Girl

          Just flicking through old brown photographs
          Killing time growing old pretending not to care
          Collecting dust and dandruff from her
          Precious locks of hair

          The walls of her apartment are littered
          With the centrefolds of women’s magazines
          She claims not be to a martyr
          But admits to being many other things

          Today she spends her time remembering
          The many times she gave relief and once got
          Fifteen quid plus syphilis from a politician
          On the other side of town




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        • AuburnScribbler

          This is a beautiful poetic reminder, of the importance of individualism.

          Brilliantly worded Teddy.15, and may all our finales sparkle, just as much as our journeys did.

          Bravo, and I hope that all is well!

          • Teddy.15

            Dear AuburnScribbler so lovely to see you and thank you for this most gracious review. Always very happy to see you my friend. 💖

          • LIZ

            I love this!!! Once we're gone there's nothing we can do. But we have now, and we can choose to live with intention. Whatever that looks like! Beautiful!

            • Teddy.15

              Thank you dear Liz, sometimes the tragedies of life lead us to places that are good for nothing, so yes we should all take more time and care for ourselves and those around us.Thank you darling. ❤️

            • orchidee

              Hope those worms have to wait a good while. They will taste KP and spit her out, saying 'What's all this botox muck?!' lol.
              If she goes before me, I will chuck her on the compost heap. lol.
              I'm sooooo horrible to her. Fido says to me 'Don't ya just love it though?' lol.

              • Teddy.15

                LOL oh at least you bloody cheer me up LOL 😂 ere Orchidear, you may get the job of best man when she ties yet another knot with one of her victims. 💖

              • orchidee

                ....not that I'm a mysogynist though (woman-hater). it's just that I detest old trouts. lol.

                • Teddy.15

                  It would never have even entered my mind, I've seen her in the news paper today and let's just say she will never drown🤣

                • orchidee

                  Is she human?! lol.

                  • Teddy.15

                    She was

                  • L. B. Mek

                    how we're in sync my cherished friend
                    next Friday i'll share a work titled 'After'
                    that will be like a humble version
                    of this wonderfully poignant poem you shared
                    thank you! and when that time comes
                    you won't be journeying alone
                    as all your angels and loved ones
                    will be waiting to ferry you across
                    like the VVIP you are



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