The Good don’t die young. They don’t die at all,
They go to the sea, but the sea does not come to them.
The good live in all their actions, their children and the
Ever lasting blue sky.
Look up at the blue sky you will see the Good.
The Nice they die young, they are crushed by the
Eternal stench of the Earth and are denied the Blue heavens.
They are only remembered by a passing strangers smile
and a quizzical “thank you”.
The Meek don’t inherit anything. The Earth is dead.
They are given the bash and the lash and the chains.
They are left to suffer eternal leftovers.
A child once asked me what she was to be.
I said I think it all washes to the emerald sea.
She seemed to be searching for a saviour.
I said be nice for the nice are often released on good behaviour.
- Author: David Wakeling ( Offline)
- Published: December 19th, 2024 21:17
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Good, nice, meek. The sermon on the mount comes to mind and he did walk on water. I like the opening statement that the good don't die at all then the follow up that it is the nice that die young while the meek inherit nothing. So true it is. Very nicely worded David
Thank you so much.Mucho appreciado
I find this quite a thought provoking piece, in a nice way. I enjoyed the read and will wait to be released on good behaviour
I'm sure you will soon.Thanks for commenting
You are very welcome
Good words Dvid.
Andy
Thank you mi amigo
I thought the meek did (or will) inherit the earth!
Sorry they are too meek to inherit anything.Their greedy brothers got all the inheritance.
A woven contrast of the legacies of the 'good' the 'nice' and the 'meek.' I also liked the hope and promise of the 'emerald sea.' Finally there is something to take away with the insight of kindness and humility that brings an openness and leniency in others towards us.
Thank you for your inspired critique. Much appreciated
The good ones suffer the most, but at the end nothing is lost if goodness is all you have. Great poem David!
I think you are right. Thank you for commenting
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